Salme 38
1 En Salme af David. Lehazkir.
“A psalm of David, to bring to remembrance.” O Lord, correct me not in thy wrath, nor chastise me in thy fury.
2 HERRE, revs mig ej i din Vrede, tugt mig ej i din Harme!
For thy arrows have penetrated into me, and thy hand presseth down upon me.
3 Thi dine Pile sidder i mig, din Haand har lagt sig paa mig.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thy indignation: 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 iniquities are passed over my head, as a heavy burden are they too heavy for me.
5 thi over mit Hoved skyller min Brøde som en tyngende Byrde, for tung for mig.
Foul, corrupt are my bruises because of my folly.
6 Mine Saar baade stinker og raadner, for min Daarskabs Skyld gaar jeg bøjet;
I am bent double; I am bowed down to the utmost; all the day long I go about full of grief.
7 jeg er saare nedtrykt, sorgfuld vandrer jeg Dagen lang.
For my loins are filled with a burning disease, and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 Thi Lænderne er fulde af Brand, intet er karskt paa min Krop,
I am made faint and crushed to the utmost; I cry aloud because of the groaning of my heart.
9 jeg er lammet og fuldkommen knust, jeg skriger i Hjertets Vaande.
Lord, before thee is all my longing; and my sighing is from thee not hidden.
10 HERRE, du kender al min Attraa, mit Suk er ej skjult for dig;
My heart is restless, my strength hath left me; and the light of my eyes—that also is no more with me.
11 mit Hjerte banker, min Kraft har svigtet, selv mit Øje har mistet sin Glans.
My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague; and my kinsmen stand afar off.
12 For min Plages Skyld flyr mig Ven og Frænde, mine Nærmeste holder sig fjernt;
They also that seek after my life lay snares; and they that wish for my mishap speak wicked falsehoods; and deceits do they devise 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, hear not; and I am as a dumb man that cannot open his mouth.
14 Men jeg er som en døv, der intet hører, som en stum, der ej aabner sin Mund,
Thus am I as a man that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no words of defence.
15 som en Mand, der ikke kan høre, i hvis Mund der ikke er Svar.
For in thee, O Lord, do I hope: thou wilt answer, O Lord my God.
16 Thi til dig staar mit Haab, o HERRE, du vil bønhøre, Herre min Gud,
For I said, Perhaps they might rejoice over me: when my foot slippeth, they might magnify themselves over me.
17 naar jeg siger: »Lad dem ikke glæde sig over mig, hovmode sig over min vaklende Fod!«
For I am prepared for [my] downfall, and my pain is continually before me.
18 Thi jeg staar allerede for Fald, mine Smerter minder mig stadig;
For I will tell of my iniquity; I will be grieved because of my sin.
19 thi jeg maa bekende min Skyld, maa sørge over min Synd.
But my enemies are strong in life; and numerous are those that hate me wrongfully;
20 Mange er de, der med Urette er mine Fjender, talrige de, der hader mig uden Grund,
They also that repay [me] evil in lieu of good; they hate me bitterly because I pursue what is good.
21 som lønner mig godt med ondt, som staar mig imod, fordi jeg søger det gode.
Forsake me not, O Lord: O my God, be not far from me.
22 HERRE, forlad mig ikke, min Gud, hold dig ikke borte fra mig, il mig til Hjælp, o Herre, min Frelse!
Make haste to help me, O Lord, my salvation.
