Salme 39
1 Til Sangmesteren. Til Jedutun. En Salme af David.
Unto the end, for Idithun himself, a canticle of David. I said: I will take heed to my ways: that I sin not with my tongue. I have set guard to my mouth, when the sinner stood against me.
2 Jeg sagde: »Mine Veje vil jeg vogte paa, saa jeg ikke synder med Tungen; min Mund vil jeg holde i Tømme, saa længe den gudløse er mig nær!«
I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things: and my sorrow was renewed.
3 Jeg var stum og tavs, jeg tav for at undgaa tomme Ord, men min Smerte naged,
My heart grew hot within me: and in my meditation a fire shall flame out.
4 mit Hjerte brændte i Brystet, Ild lued op, mens jeg grunded; da talte jeg med min Tunge.
I spoke with my tongue: O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days: that I may know what is wanting to me.
5 Lær mig, HERRE, at kende mit Endeligt, det Maal af Dage, jeg har, lad mig kende, hvor snart jeg skal bort!
Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.
6 Se, i Haandsbredder maalte du mine Dage ud, mit Liv er som intet for dig, som et Aandepust staar hvert Menneske der. (Sela)
Surely man passeth as an image: yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up: and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.
7 Kun som en Skygge er Menneskets Vandring, kun Tomhed er deres Travlhed; de samler og ved ej, hvem der faar det.
And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
8 Hvad bier jeg, Herre, da efter? Mit Haab staar ene til dig.
Deliver thou me from all my iniquities: thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.
9 Fri mig for al min Synd, gør mig ikke til Spot for Daarer!
I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.
10 Jeg tier og aabner ikke min Mund, du voldte det jo.
Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes:
11 Borttag din Plage fra mig, under din vældige Haand gaar jeg til.
Thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider: surely in vain is any man disquieted.
12 Naar du tugter en Mand med Straf for hans Brøde, smuldrer du hans Herlighed hen som Møl; kun et Aandepust er hvert Menneske. (Sela)
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and my supplication: give ear to my tears. Be not silent: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers were.
13 Hør, o HERRE, min Bøn og lyt til mit Skrig, til mine Taarer tie du ej! Thi en fremmed er jeg hos dig, en Gæst som alle mine Fædre. Se bort fra mig, saa jeg kvæges, før jeg gaar bort og ej mer er til!
O forgive me, that I may be refreshed, before I go hence, and be no more.
