Salme 38
1 En Salme af David. Lehazkir.
A Psalm. Of David. To keep in memory. O Lord, be not bitter with me in your wrath; let not your hand be on me in the heat of your passion.
2 HERRE, revs mig ej i din Vrede, tugt mig ej i din Harme!
For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.
3 Thi dine Pile sidder i mig, din Haand har lagt sig paa mig.
My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
4 Intet er karskt paa min Krop for din Vredes Skyld, intet uskadt i mine Ledemod for mine Synders Skyld;
For my crimes have gone over my head; they are like a great weight which is more than my strength.
5 thi over mit Hoved skyller min Brøde som en tyngende Byrde, for tung for mig.
My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.
6 Mine Saar baade stinker og raadner, for min Daarskabs Skyld gaar jeg bøjet;
I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.
7 jeg er saare nedtrykt, sorgfuld vandrer jeg Dagen lang.
For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
8 Thi Lænderne er fulde af Brand, intet er karskt paa min Krop,
I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
9 jeg er lammet og fuldkommen knust, jeg skriger i Hjertets Vaande.
Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
10 HERRE, du kender al min Attraa, mit Suk er ej skjult for dig;
My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.
11 mit Hjerte banker, min Kraft har svigtet, selv mit Øje har mistet sin Glans.
My lovers and my friends keep away from my disease; my relations keep far away.
12 For min Plages Skyld flyr mig Ven og Frænde, mine Nærmeste holder sig fjernt;
Those who have a desire to take my life put nets for me; those who are designing my destruction say evil things against me, all the day their minds are full of deceit.
13 de, der vil mig til Livs, sætter Snarer, og de, der vil mig ondt, lægger Raad om Fordærv, de tænker Dagen igennem paa Svig.
But I kept my ears shut like a man without hearing; like a man without a voice, never opening his mouth.
14 Men jeg er som en døv, der intet hører, som en stum, der ej aabner sin Mund,
So I was like a man whose ears are shut, and in whose mouth there are no sharp words.
15 som en Mand, der ikke kan høre, i hvis Mund der ikke er Svar.
In you, O Lord, is my hope: you will give me an answer, O Lord, my God.
16 Thi til dig staar mit Haab, o HERRE, du vil bønhøre, Herre min Gud,
I said, Let them not be glad over me; when my foot is moved, let them not be lifted up with pride against me.
17 naar jeg siger: »Lad dem ikke glæde sig over mig, hovmode sig over min vaklende Fod!«
My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
18 Thi jeg staar allerede for Fald, mine Smerter minder mig stadig;
I will make clear my wrongdoing, with sorrow in my heart for my sin.
19 thi jeg maa bekende min Skyld, maa sørge over min Synd.
But they are strong who have hate for me without cause: those who are against me falsely are increased in numbers.
20 Mange er de, der med Urette er mine Fjender, talrige de, der hader mig uden Grund,
They give me back evil for good; they are my haters because I go after the thing which is right.
21 som lønner mig godt med ondt, som staar mig imod, fordi jeg søger det gode.
Do not give me up, O Lord; O my God, be near to me.
22 HERRE, forlad mig ikke, min Gud, hold dig ikke borte fra mig, il mig til Hjælp, o Herre, min Frelse!
Come quickly to give me help, O Lord, my salvation.
