< Salme 142 >
1 En Maskil af David, da han var i Hulen. En Bøn.
A maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a prayer. With my voice I cry out for help to Yahweh; with my voice I plead for Yahweh's favor.
2 Jeg løfter min Røst og raaber til HERREN, jeg løfter min Røst og trygler HERREN,
I pour out my lament before him; I tell him my troubles.
3 udøser min Klage for ham, udtaler min Nød for ham.
When my spirit is weak within me, you know my path. In the way that I walk they have hidden a trap 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 look to my right and and see that there is no one who cares about me. There is no escape for me; no one cares about my life.
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 called out to you, Yahweh; I said, “You are my refuge, 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!
Listen to my call, for I have been brought very low; rescue me from my persecutors, 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 so that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will gather around me because you have been good to me.”