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, by David. O Jehovah, I have called Thee, 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!
My prayer is prepared — incense before Thee, The lifting up of my hands — the evening present.
3 HERRE, sæt Vagt ved min Mund, vogt mine Læbers Dør!
Set, O Jehovah, a watch for my mouth, Watch Thou over 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 an evil thing, To do habitually actions in wickedness, With men working iniquity, Yea, I eat not of their pleasant things.
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 righteous doth beat me [in] kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer [is] about their vexations.
6 Ned ad Klippens Skrænter skal Dommerne hos dem styrtes, og de skal høre, at mine Ord er liflige.
Their judges have been released by the sides of a rock, And they have heard my sayings, For they have been pleasant.
As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul. (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, O Jehovah, my Lord, [are] mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.
9 Vogt mig for Fælden, de stiller for mig, og Udaadsmændenes Snarer;
Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.
10 lad de gudløse falde i egne Garn, medens jeg gaar uskadt videre.
The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!
