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. Yahweh, I am crying out to you; come quickly to me. Listen to me when I call to you.
2 som Røgoffer gælde for dig min Bøn, mine løftede Hænder som Aftenoffer!
May my prayer be like incense before you; may my lifted hands be like the evening sacrifice.
3 HERRE, sæt Vagt ved min Mund, vogt mine Læbers Dør!
Yahweh, place a guard over 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.
Do not let my heart desire any evil thing or participate in sinful activities with men who behave wickedly. May I not eat any 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 a righteous man hit me; it will be a kindness to me. Let him correct me; it will be like oil on my head; may my head not refuse to accept it. But my prayer is always against their wicked deeds.
6 Ned ad Klippens Skrænter skal Dommerne hos dem styrtes, og de skal høre, at mine Ord er liflige.
Their leaders will be thrown down from the top of cliffs; they will hear that my own words are pleasant.
They will have to say, “As when one plows and breaks up the ground, so our bones have been 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!
Surely my eyes are on you, Yahweh, Lord; in you I take refuge; do not leave my soul defenseless.
9 Vogt mig for Fælden, de stiller for mig, og Udaadsmændenes Snarer;
Protect me from the snares that they have laid for me, from the traps of evildoers.
10 lad de gudløse falde i egne Garn, medens jeg gaar uskadt videre.
Let the wicked fall into their own nets while I escape.
