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.

By David. Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, My rock, be not silent to me! Lest Thou be silent to me, And I have been compared With those going down to 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, In my crying unto Thee, In my lifting up my hands toward thy holy oracle.

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

Draw me not with the wicked, And with workers of iniquity, Speaking peace with their neighbours, And evil in their heart.

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

Give to them according to their acting, And according to the evil of their doings. According to the work of their hands give to them. Return their deed to them.

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

For they attend not to the doing of Jehovah, And unto the work of His hands. He throweth them down, And doth not build them up.

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

Blessed [is] Jehovah, For He hath 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.

Jehovah [is] my strength, and my shield, In Him my heart trusted, and I have been helped. And my heart exulteth, And with my song I thank Him.

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

Jehovah [is] strength to him, Yea, the strength of the salvation of His anointed [is] He.

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

Save Thy people, and bless Thine inheritance, And feed them, and carry them to the age!