< 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. Listen to my plea for justice, Yahweh; pay attention to my call for help! Give ear to my prayer from lips without deceit.
2 Fra dig skal min Ret udgaa, thi hvad ret er, ser dine Øjne.
Let my vindication come from your presence; let your eyes see what is right!
3 Prøv mit Hjerte, se efter om Natten, ransag mig, du finder ej Svig hos mig.
If you test my heart, if you come to me in the night, you will purify me and will not find any evil plans; my mouth will not transgress.
4 Ej synded min Mund, hvad end Mennesker gjorde; ved dine Læbers Ord vogted jeg mig for Voldsmænds Veje;
As for the deeds of mankind, it is at the word of your lips that I have kept myself from the ways of the lawless.
5 mine Skridt har holdt dine Spor, jeg vaklede ej paa min Gang.
My steps have held firmly to your tracks; my feet have not slipped.
6 Jeg raaber til dig, thi du svarer mig, Gud, bøj Øret til mig, hør paa mit Ord!
I call to you, for you answer me, God; turn your ear to me and listen when I speak.
7 Vis dig underfuldt naadig, du Frelser for dem, der tyr til din højre for Fjender!
Show your covenant faithfulness in a wonderful way, you who save by your right hand those who take refuge in you from their enemies!
8 Vogt mig som Øjestenen, skjul mig i dine Vingers Skygge
Protect me like 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 presence of the wicked ones who assault me, my enemies who surround me.
10 de har lukket deres Hjerte med Fedt, deres Mund fører Hovmodstale.
They have no mercy on anyone; their mouths speak with pride.
11 De omringer os, overalt hvor vi gaar, de sigter paa at slaa os til Jorden.
They have surrounded my steps. They set their eyes to strike me to the ground.
12 De er som den rovgridske Løve, den unge Løve, der ligger paa Lur.
They are like a lion eager for a victim, like a young lion crouching in hidden places.
13 Rejs dig, HERRE, træd ham i Møde, kast ham til Jorden, fri med dit Sværd min Sjæl fra den gudløses Vold,
Arise, Yahweh! Attack them! Throw them down on their faces! Rescue my life 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!
Rescue me from men by your hand, Yahweh, from men of this world whose prosperity is in this life alone! You will fill the bellies of your treasured ones with riches; they will have many children and will leave their wealth to their children.
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; I will be satisfied, when I awake, with a sight of you.

< Salme 17 >