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.

[A Psalm] of David. To you, O Lord, have I cried; my God, be not silent toward me: lest you be silent toward me, and so I should be likened to them that go down to the pit.

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

Listen to the voice of my supplication, when I pray to you, when I lift up my hands toward your holy temple.

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

Draw not away my soul with sinners, and destroy me not with the workers of iniquity, who speak peace with their neighbors, but evils are 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 works, and according to the wickedness of their devices: give them according to the works of their hands; render their recompense to them.

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

Because they have not attended to the works of the Lord, even to the works of his hands, you shall pull them down, and shall not build them up.

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

Blessed be the Lord, for he has listened to the voice of my petition.

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 helper and my defender; my heart has hoped in him, and I am helped: my flesh has revived, and willingly will I give praise to him.

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

The Lord is the strength of his people, and the saving defender 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: and take care of them, and lift them up for ever.