Salme 38
1 En Salme af David. Lehazkir.
A psalm of David, for a memorial. Lord, please don't condemn me because you're angry with me; don't punish me because you're furious with me!
2 HERRE, revs mig ej i din Vrede, tugt mig ej i din Harme!
Your arrows have pierced me deeply, your hand has come down hard on me.
3 Thi dine Pile sidder i mig, din Haand har lagt sig paa mig.
Because you're so upset with me, not a single part of my body is healthy; I am completely sick because of my sins.
4 Intet er karskt paa min Krop for din Vredes Skyld, intet uskadt i mine Ledemod for mine Synders Skyld;
I'm drowning in guilt—the burden is too heavy to bear.
5 thi over mit Hoved skyller min Brøde som en tyngende Byrde, for tung for mig.
My wounds are infected—they're smelling—all because of my stupidity.
6 Mine Saar baade stinker og raadner, for min Daarskabs Skyld gaar jeg bøjet;
I am bent over, doubled up in pain. The whole day I walk around crying my eyes out.
7 jeg er saare nedtrykt, sorgfuld vandrer jeg Dagen lang.
Inside I'm burning up with fever; no part of my body is healthy.
8 Thi Lænderne er fulde af Brand, intet er karskt paa min Krop,
I'm worn out, totally down. I groan because of the anguish I feel in my heart.
9 jeg er lammet og fuldkommen knust, jeg skriger i Hjertets Vaande.
Lord, you know what I desperately want, you hear every sigh I make.
10 HERRE, du kender al min Attraa, mit Suk er ej skjult for dig;
My heart is racing, leaving me with no strength; my eyesight is failing.
11 mit Hjerte banker, min Kraft har svigtet, selv mit Øje har mistet sin Glans.
My loved ones and my friends don't come near me because they're afraid of what I've got. Even my family keeps me at a distance.
12 For min Plages Skyld flyr mig Ven og Frænde, mine Nærmeste holder sig fjernt;
Those who are trying to kill me set traps for me; those who want to hurt me make threats against me, working on their deceitful schemes all 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.
I act as if I'm deaf to what they're saying, and pretend to be dumb so I don't have to speak.
14 Men jeg er som en døv, der intet hører, som en stum, der ej aabner sin Mund,
Like a man who can't hear, and who doesn't reply—that's me!
15 som en Mand, der ikke kan høre, i hvis Mund der ikke er Svar.
For I'm waiting on you, Lord! You will answer for me, my Lord and my God.
16 Thi til dig staar mit Haab, o HERRE, du vil bønhøre, Herre min Gud,
I'm asking you, Lord, please don't let my enemies gloat over me, don't let them be glad when I trip up.
17 naar jeg siger: »Lad dem ikke glæde sig over mig, hovmode sig over min vaklende Fod!«
For I'm about ready to collapse—the pain never stops.
18 Thi jeg staar allerede for Fald, mine Smerter minder mig stadig;
I do confess my sins; I am terribly sorry for what I've done.
19 thi jeg maa bekende min Skyld, maa sørge over min Synd.
I have many powerful enemies—they are very active, hating me for no reason.
20 Mange er de, der med Urette er mine Fjender, talrige de, der hader mig uden Grund,
They pay me back evil for good; they accuse me for the good I try to do.
21 som lønner mig godt med ondt, som staar mig imod, fordi jeg søger det gode.
Don't give up on me, my Lord and my God, don't stay away from me.
22 HERRE, forlad mig ikke, min Gud, hold dig ikke borte fra mig, il mig til Hjælp, o Herre, min Frelse!
Hurry, come and help me, Lord my salvation.
