Salme 142

1 En Maskil af David, da han var i Hulen. En Bøn.

The understanding of David. A prayer, when he was in the cave. With my voice, I cried out to the Lord. With my voice, I made supplication to the Lord.

2 Jeg løfter min Røst og raaber til HERREN, jeg løfter min Røst og trygler HERREN,

In his sight, I pour out my prayer, and before him, I declare my tribulation.

3 udøser min Klage for ham, udtaler min Nød for ham.

Though my spirit may become faint within me, even then, you have known my paths. Along this way, which I have been walking, they have hidden a snare for me.

4 Naar Aanden vansmægter i mig, kender du dog min Sti. Paa Vejen, ad hvilken jeg vandrer, lægger de Snarer for mig.

I considered toward the right, and I looked, but there was no one who would know me. Flight has perished before me, and there is no one who has concern for my soul.

5 Jeg skuer til højre og spejder, men ingen vil kendes ved mig, afskaaret er mig hver Tilflugt, ingen bryder sig om min Sjæl.

I cried out to you, O Lord. I said: You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

6 HERRE, jeg raaber til dig og siger: Du er min Tilflugt, min Del i de levendes Land!

Attend to my supplication. For I have been humbled exceedingly. Free me from my persecutors, for they have been fortified against me.

7 Lyt til mit Klageraab, thi jeg er saare ringe, frels mig fra dem, der forfølger mig, de er for stærke for mig; udfri min Sjæl af dens Fængsel, at jeg kan prise dit Navn! De retfærdige venter i Spænding paa, at du tager dig af mig.

Lead my soul out of confinement in order to confess your name. The just are waiting for me, until you repay me.