Salme 141
1 En Salme af David. HERRE, jeg raaber til dig, il mig til Hjælp, hør min Røst, naar jeg raaber til dig;
Jehovah, I have called upon thee. Make haste to me. Give ear to my voice when I call to thee.
2 som Røgoffer gælde for dig min Bøn, mine løftede Hænder som Aftenoffer!
Let my prayer be set forth as incense before thee, the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
3 HERRE, sæt Vagt ved min Mund, vogt mine Læbers Dør!
Set a watch, O Jehovah, before my mouth. Keep the door of my lips.
4 Bøj ikke mit Hjerte til ondt, til at gøre gudløs Gerning sammen med Udaadsmænd; deres lækre Mad vil jeg ikke smage.
Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practice deeds of wickedness with men who work iniquity. And let me not eat of their dainties.
5 Slaar en retfærdig mig, saa er det Kærlighed; revser han mig, er det Olie for Hovedet, ej skal mit Hoved vise det fra sig, end sætter jeg min Bøn imod deres Ondskab.
Let a righteous man smite me, as a kindness. And let him reprove me, as oil upon the head. Let not my head refuse it. For even in their wickedness my prayer shall continue.
6 Ned ad Klippens Skrænter skal Dommerne hos dem styrtes, og de skal høre, at mine Ord er liflige.
Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock. And they shall hear my words, for they are sweet.
Like plowing and furrowing the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol. (Sheol h7585)
8 Dog, mine Øjne er rettet paa dig, o HERRE, Herre, paa dig forlader jeg mig, giv ikke mit Liv til Pris!
For my eyes are to thee, O Jehovah the Lord. In thee do I take refuge. Leave not my soul destitute.
9 Vogt mig for Fælden, de stiller for mig, og Udaadsmændenes Snarer;
Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, and from the traps of the workers of iniquity.
10 lad de gudløse falde i egne Garn, medens jeg gaar uskadt videre.
Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I pass over.
