Salme 142

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

[A Psalm] of instruction for David, when he was in the cave, —a Prayer. I cried to the Lord with my voice; 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,

I will pour out before him my supplication: I will declare before him mine affliction.

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

When my spirit was fainting within me, then you knew my paths; in the very way wherein I was walking, they hid 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 looked on [my] right hand, and behold, for there was none that noticed me; refuge failed me; and there was none that cared 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 to you, O Lord, and 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 am brought very low; deliver me from them that persecute me; for they are stronger than I.

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.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name, O Lord; the righteous shall wait for me, until you recompense me.