Salme 38
1 En Salme af David. Lehazkir.
A psalm for David, for a remembrance of the sabbath. Rebuke me not, O Lord, in thy indignation; nor chastise me in thy wrath.
2 HERRE, revs mig ej i din Vrede, tugt mig ej i din Harme!
For thy arrows are fastened in me: and thy hand hath been strong upon me.
3 Thi dine Pile sidder i mig, din Haand har lagt sig paa mig.
There is no health in my flesh, because of thy wrath: there is no peace for my bones, because of my sins.
4 Intet er karskt paa min Krop for din Vredes Skyld, intet uskadt i mine Ledemod for mine Synders Skyld;
For my iniquities are gone over my head: and as a heavy burden are become heavy upon me.
5 thi over mit Hoved skyller min Brøde som en tyngende Byrde, for tung for mig.
My sores are putrified and corrupted, because of my foolishness.
6 Mine Saar baade stinker og raadner, for min Daarskabs Skyld gaar jeg bøjet;
I am become miserable, and am bowed down even to the end: I walked sorrowful all the day long.
7 jeg er saare nedtrykt, sorgfuld vandrer jeg Dagen lang.
For my loins are filled with illusions; and there is no health in my flesh.
8 Thi Lænderne er fulde af Brand, intet er karskt paa min Krop,
I am afflicted and humbled exceedingly: I roared with the groaning of my heart.
9 jeg er lammet og fuldkommen knust, jeg skriger i Hjertets Vaande.
Lord, all my desire is before thee, and my groaning is not hidden from thee.
10 HERRE, du kender al min Attraa, mit Suk er ej skjult for dig;
My heart is troubled, my strength hath left me, and the light of my eyes itself is not with me.
11 mit Hjerte banker, min Kraft har svigtet, selv mit Øje har mistet sin Glans.
My friends and my neighbours have drawn near, and stood against me. And they that were near me stood afar off:
12 For min Plages Skyld flyr mig Ven og Frænde, mine Nærmeste holder sig fjernt;
And they that sought my soul used violence. And they that sought evils to me spoke vain things, and studied deceits all the day long.
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, as a deaf man, heard not: and as a dumb man not opening his mouth.
14 Men jeg er som en døv, der intet hører, som en stum, der ej aabner sin Mund,
And I became as a man that heareth not: and that hath no reproofs in his mouth.
15 som en Mand, der ikke kan høre, i hvis Mund der ikke er Svar.
For in thee, O Lord, have I hoped: thou wilt hear me, O Lord my God.
16 Thi til dig staar mit Haab, o HERRE, du vil bønhøre, Herre min Gud,
For I said: Lest at any time my enemies rejoice over me: and whilst my feet are moved, they speak great things against me.
17 naar jeg siger: »Lad dem ikke glæde sig over mig, hovmode sig over min vaklende Fod!«
For I am ready for scourges: and my sorrow is continually before me.
18 Thi jeg staar allerede for Fald, mine Smerter minder mig stadig;
For I will declare my inequity: and I will think for my sin.
19 thi jeg maa bekende min Skyld, maa sørge over min Synd.
But my enemies live, and are stronger that I: and they hate me wrongfully are multiplied.
20 Mange er de, der med Urette er mine Fjender, talrige de, der hader mig uden Grund,
They that render evil for good, have detracted me, because I followed goodness.
21 som lønner mig godt med ondt, som staar mig imod, fordi jeg søger det gode.
Forsake me not, O Lord my God: do not thou depart from me.
22 HERRE, forlad mig ikke, min Gud, hold dig ikke borte fra mig, il mig til Hjælp, o Herre, min Frelse!
Attend unto my help, O Lord, the God of my salvation.
