Salme 38
1 En Salme af David. Lehazkir.
A Psalm by David, for a memorial. LORD, don’t rebuke me in your wrath, neither chasten me in your hot displeasure.
2 HERRE, revs mig ej i din Vrede, tugt mig ej i din Harme!
For your arrows have pierced me, your hand presses hard on me.
3 Thi dine Pile sidder i mig, din Haand har lagt sig paa mig.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health 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 have gone over my head. As a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
5 thi over mit Hoved skyller min Brøde som en tyngende Byrde, for tung for mig.
My wounds are loathsome and corrupt because of my foolishness.
6 Mine Saar baade stinker og raadner, for min Daarskabs Skyld gaar jeg bøjet;
I am in pain and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
7 jeg er saare nedtrykt, sorgfuld vandrer jeg Dagen lang.
For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.
8 Thi Lænderne er fulde af Brand, intet er karskt paa min Krop,
I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
9 jeg er lammet og fuldkommen knust, jeg skriger i Hjertets Vaande.
Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.
10 HERRE, du kender al min Attraa, mit Suk er ej skjult for dig;
My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left 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. My kinsmen stand far away.
12 For min Plages Skyld flyr mig Ven og Frænde, mine Nærmeste holder sig fjernt;
They also who seek after my life lay snares. Those who seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and meditate deceits 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.
But I, as a deaf man, don’t hear. I am as a mute man who doesn’t open his mouth.
14 Men jeg er som en døv, der intet hører, som en stum, der ej aabner sin Mund,
Yes, I am as a man who doesn’t hear, in whose mouth are no reproofs.
15 som en Mand, der ikke kan høre, i hvis Mund der ikke er Svar.
For I hope in you, LORD. You will answer, Lord my God.
16 Thi til dig staar mit Haab, o HERRE, du vil bønhøre, Herre min Gud,
For I said, “Don’t let them gloat over me, or exalt themselves over me when my foot slips.”
17 naar jeg siger: »Lad dem ikke glæde sig over mig, hovmode sig over min vaklende Fod!«
For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
18 Thi jeg staar allerede for Fald, mine Smerter minder mig stadig;
For I will declare my iniquity. I will be sorry for my sin.
19 thi jeg maa bekende min Skyld, maa sørge over min Synd.
But my enemies are vigorous and many. Those who hate me without reason are numerous.
20 Mange er de, der med Urette er mine Fjender, talrige de, der hader mig uden Grund,
They who render evil for good are also adversaries to me, because I follow what is good.
21 som lønner mig godt med ondt, som staar mig imod, fordi jeg søger det gode.
Don’t forsake me, LORD. My God, don’t be far from me.
22 HERRE, forlad mig ikke, min Gud, hold dig ikke borte fra mig, il mig til Hjælp, o Herre, min Frelse!
Hurry to help me, Lord, my salvation.
