Salme 27
1 Af David. HERREN er mit Lys og min Frelse, hvem skal jeg frygte? HERREN er Værn for mit Liv, for hvem skal jeg ræddes?
David’s. Yahweh, is my light and my salvation, Of whom shall I be afraid? Yahweh, is the refuge of my life, Of whom shall I be in dread?
2 Naar onde kommer imod mig for at æde mit Kød, saa snubler og falder de, Uvenner og Fjender!
When there drew near against me evil-doers to devour my flesh, mine adversaries, and mine enemies—mine!—they, stumbled and fell!
3 Om en Hær end lejrer sig mod mig, er mit Hjerte uden Frygt; om Krig bryder løs imod mig, dog er jeg tryg.
Though there pitch against me—a camp, my heart shall not fear, —Though there come up against me—a battle, still, am I confident.
4 Om eet har jeg bedet HERREN, det attraar jeg: alle mine Dage at bo i HERRENS Hus for at skue HERRENS Livsalighed og grunde i hans Tempel.
One thing, have I asked of Yahweh, That, will I seek to secure, —That I may dwell in the house of Yahweh, all the days of my life, To view the delightfulness of Yahweh, And to contemplate in his temple.
5 Thi han gemmer mig i sin Hytte paa Ulykkens Dag, skjuler mig i sit Telt og løfter mig op paa en Klippe.
For he will hide me in his pavilion, in the day of calamity, —He will conceal me, in the secrecy of his tent, Within a rock, will he set me on high.
6 Derfor løfter mit Hoved sig over mine Fjender omkring mig. I hans Telt vil jeg ofre Jubelofre, med Sang og med Spil vil jeg prise HERREN.
Now, therefore, shall my head be raised high above my foes round about me, and I will sacrifice in his tent the sacrifices of triumphant joy, I will sing and touch the strings, to Yahweh.
7 HERRE, hør mit Raab, vær naadig og svar mig!
Hear, O Yahweh, With my voice, do I cry, Oh then show me favour and answer me.
8 Jeg mindes, du sagde: »Søg mit Aasyn!« Dit Aasyn søger jeg, HERRE;
To thee, said my heart—[When thou saidst] Seek ye my face—Thy face, O Yahweh, will I seek!
9 skjul ikke dit Aasyn for mig! Bortstød ikke din Tjener i Vrede, du er min Hjælp, opgiv og slip mig ikke, min Frelses Gud!
Do not hide thy face from me, Do not repulse, in thine anger, thine own servant, —My help, thou hast been, Do not send me away nor forsake me, O my saving God!
10 Thi Fader og Moder forlod mig, men HERREN tager mig til sig.
When, my own father and mother, had forsaken me, Then, Yahweh, took me up!
11 Vis mig, HERRE, din Vej og led mig ad jævne Stier for Fjendernes Skyld;
Point out to me, O Yahweh, thy way, —And guide me in a level path, because of mine adversaries.
12 giv mig ikke i glubske Uvenners Magt! Thi falske Vidner, der udaander Vold, staar frem imod mig.
Do not give me up unto the desire of mine adversaries, for there have risen up against me witnesses that are false, and he that fanneth up violence.
13 Havde jeg ikke troet, at jeg skulde skue HERRENS Godhed i de levendes Land —
I believe that I shall see—The goodness of Yahweh in the land of the living,
14 Bi paa HERREN, fat Mod, dit Hjerte være stærkt, ja bi paa HERREN!
Wait thou for Yahweh, —Be strong, and let thy heart be bold, Wait, then, for Yahweh!
