Salme 31
1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David. HERRE, jeg lider paa dig, lad mig aldrig i Evighed skuffes. Udfri mig i din Retfærd,
IN thee, O Lord, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in thy righteousness.
2 du bøje dit Øre til mig; red mig i Hast og vær mig en Tilflugtsklippe, en Klippeborg til min Frelse;
Bow down thine ear to me; deliver me speedily: be thou my strong rock, for an house of defence to save me.
3 thi du er min Klippe og Borg. For dit Navns Skyld lede og føre du mig,
For thou art my rock and my fortress; therefore for thy name’s sake lead me, and guide me.
4 fri mig fra Garnet, de satte for mig; thi du er min Tilflugt,
Pull me out of the net that they have laid privily for me: for thou art my strength.
5 i din Haand befaler jeg min Aand. Du forløser mig, HERRE, du trofaste Gud,
Into thine hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed me, O Lord God of truth.
6 du hader dem, der holder paa Løgneguder. Men jeg, jeg stoler paa HERREN,
I have hated them that regard lying vanities: but I trust in the Lord.
7 jeg vil juble og glæde mig over din Miskundhed; thi du har set min Nød, agtet paa min Sjælekvide.
I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy: for thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast known my soul in adversities;
8 Du gav mig ikke i Fjendens Haand, men skaffede Rum for min Fod.
And hast not shut me up into the hand of the enemy: thou hast set my feet in a large room.
9 Vær mig naadig, HERRE, thi jeg er angst, af Kummer hentæres mit Øje, min Sjæl og mit Indre.
Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10 Thi mit Liv svinder hen i Sorg, mine Aar i Suk, min Kraft er brudt for min Brødes Skyld, mine Ben hentæres.
For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
11 For alle mine Fjenders Skyld er jeg blevet til Spot, mine Naboers Gru, mine Kendinges Rædsel; de, der ser mig paa Gaden, flygter for mig.
I was a reproach among all mine enemies, but especially among my neighbours, and a fear to mine acquaintance: they that did see me without fled from me.
12 Som en død er jeg gaaet dem af Minde, jeg er som et ødelagt Kar.
I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
13 Thi mange hører jeg hviske, trindt om er Rædsel, naar de holder Raad imod mig, pønser paa at tage mit Liv.
For I have heard the slander of many: fear was on every side: while they took counsel together against me, they devised to take away my life.
14 Men, HERRE, jeg stoler paa dig; jeg siger: Du er min Gud,
But I trusted in thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my God.
15 mine Tider er i din Haand. Red mig fra Fjenders Haand, fra dem, der forfølger mig,
My times are in thy hand: deliver me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.
16 lad dit Ansigt lyse over din Tjener, frels mig i din Miskundhed.
Make thy face to shine upon thy servant: save me for thy mercies’ sake.
17 HERRE, lad mig ej blive til Skamme, jeg raaber jo til dig, lad de gudløse blive til Skamme og synke tavse i Døden. (Sheol h7585)
Let me not be ashamed, O Lord; for I have called upon thee: let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the grave. (Sheol h7585)
18 Lad de falske Læber forstumme, som taler frækt om den retfærdige med Hovmod og Foragt.
Let the lying lips be put to silence; which speak grievous things proudly and contemptuously against the righteous.
19 Hvor stor er dog din Godhed, som du gemmer til dem, der frygter dig, øver mod dem, der lider paa dig, for Menneskebørnenes Øjne.
Oh how great is thy goodness, which thou hast laid up for them that fear thee; which thou hast wrought for them that trust in thee before the sons of men!
20 Du skjuler dem i dit Aasyns Skjul for Menneskers Stimmel; du gemmer dem i en Hytte for Tungers Kiv.
Thou shalt hide them in the secret of thy presence from the pride of man: thou shalt keep them secretly in a pavilion from the strife of tongues.
21 Lovet være HERREN, thi underfuld Miskundhed har han vist mig i en befæstet Stad.
Blessed be the Lord: for he hath shewed me his marvellous kindness in a strong city.
22 Og jeg, som sagde i min Angst: »Jeg er bortstødt fra dine Øjne!« Visselig, du hørte min tryglende Røst, da jeg raabte til dig.
For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee.
23 Elsk HERREN, alle hans fromme; de trofaste skærmer HERREN; men den, der handler i Hovmod, gengælder han mangefold.
O love the Lord, all ye his saints: for the Lord preserveth the faithful, and plentifully rewardeth the proud doer.
24 Fat Mod, eders Hjerte være stærkt, alle I, som bier paa HERREN!
Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the Lord.
