Salme 17
1 En Bøn af David. HERRE, hør en retfærdig Sag, lyt til min Klage, laan Øre til Bøn fra svigløse Læber!
A Prayer by David. Hear, LORD, my righteous plea. Give ear to my prayer that does not go out of deceitful lips.
2 Fra dig skal min Ret udgaa, thi hvad ret er, ser dine Øjne.
Let my sentence come out of your presence. Let your eyes look on equity.
3 Prøv mit Hjerte, se efter om Natten, ransag mig, du finder ej Svig hos mig.
You have proved my heart. You have visited me in the night. You have tried me, and found nothing. I have resolved that my mouth shall not disobey.
4 Ej synded min Mund, hvad end Mennesker gjorde; ved dine Læbers Ord vogted jeg mig for Voldsmænds Veje;
As for the deeds of men, by the word of your lips, I have kept myself from the ways of the violent.
5 mine Skridt har holdt dine Spor, jeg vaklede ej paa min Gang.
My steps have held fast to your paths. My feet have not slipped.
6 Jeg raaber til dig, thi du svarer mig, Gud, bøj Øret til mig, hør paa mit Ord!
I have called on you, for you will answer me, God. Turn your ear to me. Hear my speech.
7 Vis dig underfuldt naadig, du Frelser for dem, der tyr til din højre for Fjender!
Show your marvelous loving kindness, you who save those who take refuge by your right hand from their enemies.
8 Vogt mig som Øjestenen, skjul mig i dine Vingers Skygge
Keep me as the apple of your eye. Hide me under the shadow of your wings,
9 for gudløse, der øver Vold imod mig, glubske Fjender, som omringer mig;
from the wicked who oppress me, my deadly enemies, who surround me.
10 de har lukket deres Hjerte med Fedt, deres Mund fører Hovmodstale.
They close up their callous hearts. With their mouth they speak proudly.
11 De omringer os, overalt hvor vi gaar, de sigter paa at slaa os til Jorden.
They have now surrounded us in our steps. They set their eyes to cast us down to the earth.
12 De er som den rovgridske Løve, den unge Løve, der ligger paa Lur.
He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
13 Rejs dig, HERRE, træd ham i Møde, kast ham til Jorden, fri med dit Sværd min Sjæl fra den gudløses Vold,
Arise, LORD, confront him. Cast him down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by your sword,
14 fra Mændene, HERRE, med din Haand, fra dødelige Mænd — lad dem faa deres Del i levende Live! Fyld deres Bug med dit Forraad af Vrede, lad Børnene mættes dermed og efterlade deres Børn, hvad de levner!
from men by your hand, LORD, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life. You fill the belly of your cherished ones. Your sons have plenty, and they store up wealth for their children.
15 Men jeg skal i Retfærd skue dit Aasyn, mættes ved din Skikkelse, naar jeg vaagner.
As for me, I shall see your face in righteousness. I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with seeing your form.
