Salme 28

1 Af David. Jeg raaber til dig, o HERRE, min Klippe, vær ikke tavs imod mig, at jeg ej, naar du tier, skal blive som de, der synker i Graven.

Unto you will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if you be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.

2 Hør min tryglende Røst, naar jeg raaber til dig, løfter Hænderne op mod dit hellige Tempel.

Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto you, when I lift up my hands toward your holy oracle.

3 Riv mig ej bort med gudløse, Udaadsmænd, som har ondt i Sinde mod Næsten trods venlige Ord.

Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, which speak peace to their neighbours, but mischief is in their hearts.

4 Løn dem for deres Idræt og onde Gerninger; løn dem for deres Hænders Værk, gengæld dem efter Fortjeneste!

Give them according to their deeds, and according to the wickedness of their endeavours: give them after the work of their hands; render to them their desert.

5 Thi HERRENS Gerning ænser de ikke, ej heller hans Hænders Værk. Han nedbryde dem og opbygge dem ej!

Because they regard not the works of the LORD, nor the operation of his hands, he shall destroy them, and not build them up.

6 Lovet være HERREN, thi han har hørt min tryglende Røst;

Blessed be the LORD, because he has heard the voice of my supplications.

7 min Styrke, mit Skjold er HERREN, mit Hjerte stoler paa ham. Jeg fik Hjælp, mit Hjerte jubler, jeg takker ham med min Sang.

The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoices; and with my song will I praise him.

8 HERREN er Værn for sit Folk, sin Salvedes Tilflugt og Frelse.

The LORD is their strength, and he is the saving strength of his anointed.

9 Frels dit Folk og velsign din Arv, røgt dem og bær dem til evig Tid!

Save your people, and bless your inheritance: feed them also, and lift them up for ever.