Salme 141
1 En Salme af David. HERRE, jeg raaber til dig, il mig til Hjælp, hør min Røst, naar jeg raaber til dig;
“For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.” I cry to thee, O LORD! make haste unto me! Give ear to my voice, when I cry unto thee!
2 som Røgoffer gælde for dig min Bøn, mine løftede Hænder som Aftenoffer!
Let my prayer come before thee as incense, And 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 LORD! before my mouth; Guard 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.
Let not my heart incline to any evil thing; Let me not practise wickedness with the doers of iniquity, And let me not eat of their delicacies!
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 the righteous smite me, —it shall be a kindness; Let him reprove me, and it shall be oil for my head; Let him do it again, and my head shall not refuse it; But now I pray against their wickedness!
6 Ned ad Klippens Skrænter skal Dommerne hos dem styrtes, og de skal høre, at mine Ord er liflige.
When their judges are hurled over the side of the rock, They shall hear how pleasant are my words.
So are our bones scattered at the mouth of the underworld, As when one furroweth and ploweth up the land. (Sheol h7585)
8 Dog, mine Øjne er rettet paa dig, o HERRE, Herre, paa dig forlader jeg mig, giv ikke mit Liv til Pris!
But to thee do my eyes look, O Lord Jehovah! In thee is my trust; Let not my life be poured out!
9 Vogt mig for Fælden, de stiller for mig, og Udaadsmændenes Snarer;
Preserve me from the snares which they have laid for me, And from the nets of evil-doers!
10 lad de gudløse falde i egne Garn, medens jeg gaar uskadt videre.
Let the wicked fall together into their own traps, Whilst I make my escape!
