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. Of David. Let my cause come to your ears, O Lord, give attention to my cry; give ear to my prayer which goes not out from false lips.
2 Fra dig skal min Ret udgaa, thi hvad ret er, ser dine Øjne.
Be my judge; for your eyes see what is right.
3 Prøv mit Hjerte, se efter om Natten, ransag mig, du finder ej Svig hos mig.
You have put my heart to the test, searching me in the night; you have put me to the test and seen no evil purpose in me; I will keep my mouth from sin.
4 Ej synded min Mund, hvad end Mennesker gjorde; ved dine Læbers Ord vogted jeg mig for Voldsmænds Veje;
As for the works 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.
I have kept my feet in your ways, my steps have not been turned away.
6 Jeg raaber til dig, thi du svarer mig, Gud, bøj Øret til mig, hør paa mit Ord!
My cry has gone up to you, for you will give me an answer, O God: let your ear be turned to me, and give attention to my words.
7 Vis dig underfuldt naadig, du Frelser for dem, der tyr til din højre for Fjender!
Make clear the wonder of your mercy, O saviour of those who put their faith in your right hand, from those who come out against them.
8 Vogt mig som Øjestenen, skjul mig i dine Vingers Skygge
Keep me as the light of your eyes, covering me with the shade of your wings,
9 for gudløse, der øver Vold imod mig, glubske Fjender, som omringer mig;
From the evil-doers who are violent to me, and from those who are round me, desiring my death.
10 de har lukket deres Hjerte med Fedt, deres Mund fører Hovmodstale.
They are shut up in their fat: with their mouths they say words of pride.
11 De omringer os, overalt hvor vi gaar, de sigter paa at slaa os til Jorden.
They have made a circle round our steps: their eyes are fixed on us, forcing us down to the earth;
12 De er som den rovgridske Løve, den unge Løve, der ligger paa Lur.
Like a lion desiring its food, and like a young lion waiting 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,
Up! Lord, come out against him, make him low, with your sword be my saviour from the evil-doer.
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!
With your hand, O Lord, from men, even men of the world, whose heritage is in this life, and whom you make full with your secret wealth: they are full of children; after their death their offspring take the rest of their goods.
15 Men jeg skal i Retfærd skue dit Aasyn, mættes ved din Skikkelse, naar jeg vaagner.
As for me, I will see your face in righteousness: when I am awake it will be joy enough for me to see your form.
