Salme 141
1 En Salme af David. HERRE, jeg raaber til dig, il mig til Hjælp, hør min Røst, naar jeg raaber til dig;
A Psalm of David. O Lord, I have cried out to you, hear me. Attend to my voice, when I cry out to you.
2 som Røgoffer gælde for dig min Bøn, mine løftede Hænder som Aftenoffer!
Let my prayer be guided like incense in your sight: the lifting up of my hands, like the evening sacrifice.
3 HERRE, sæt Vagt ved min Mund, vogt mine Læbers Dør!
O Lord, station a guard over my mouth and a door enclosing my lips.
4 Bøj ikke mit Hjerte til ondt, til at gøre gudløs Gerning sammen med Udaadsmænd; deres lækre Mad vil jeg ikke smage.
Do not turn aside my heart to words of malice, to making excuses for sins, with men who work iniquity; and I will not communicate, even with the best of them.
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.
The just one will correct me with mercy, and he will rebuke me. But do not allow the oil of the sinner to fatten my head. For my prayer will still be toward their good will.
6 Ned ad Klippens Skrænter skal Dommerne hos dem styrtes, og de skal høre, at mine Ord er liflige.
Their judges have been engulfed, joined to the rocks. They will hear my words, which have prevailed,
as when the lava of the earth has erupted above ground. Our bones have been scattered beside Hell. (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 Lord, O Lord, my eyes look to you. In you, I have hoped. Do not take away my soul.
9 Vogt mig for Fælden, de stiller for mig, og Udaadsmændenes Snarer;
Protect me from the snare that they have set up for me and from the scandals of those who work iniquity.
10 lad de gudløse falde i egne Garn, medens jeg gaar uskadt videre.
The sinners will fall into his net. I am alone, until I pass over.
