Salme 40
1 Til Sangmesteren. Af David. En Salme.
Unto the end. A Psalm of David himself. I have waited expectantly for the Lord, and he was attentive to me.
2 Jeg biede trolig paa HERREN, han bøjed sig til mig og hørte mit Skrig.
And he heard my prayers and he led me out of the pit of misery and the quagmire. And he stationed my feet upon a rock, and he directed my steps.
3 Han drog mig op af den brusende Grav, af det skidne Dynd, han satte min Fod paa en Klippe, gav Skridtene Fasthed,
And he sent a new canticle into my mouth, a song to our God. Many will see, and they will fear; and they will hope in the Lord.
4 en ny Sang lagde han i min Mund, en Lovsang til vor Gud. Mange skal se det og frygte og stole paa HERREN.
Blessed is the man whose hope is in the name of the Lord, and who has no respect for vanities and absurd falsehoods.
5 Salig den Mand, der sætter sin Lid til HERREN, ej vender sig til hovmodige eller dem, der hælder til Løgn.
You have accomplished your many wonders, O Lord my God, and there is no one similar to you in your thoughts. I have announced and I have spoken: they are multiplied beyond number.
6 Mange Undere gjorde du, HERRE min Gud, og mange Tanker tænkte du for os; de kan ikke opregnes for dig; ellers forkyndte og fortalte jeg dem; til at tælles er de for mange.
Sacrifice and oblation, you did not want. But you have perfected ears for me. Holocaust and sin offering, you did not require.
7 Til Slagt— og Afgrødeoffer har du ej Lyst, du gav mig aabne Ører, Brænd— og Syndoffer kræver du ikke.
Then I said, “Behold, I draw near.” At the head of the book, it has been written of me:
8 Da sagde jeg: »Se, jeg kommer, i Bogrullen er der givet mig Forskrift;
that I should do your will. My God, I have willed it. And your law is in the midst of my heart.
9 at gøre din Vilje, min Gud, er min Lyst, og din Lov er i mit Indre.«
I have announced your justice in a great Church: behold, I will not restrain my lips. O Lord, you have known it.
10 I en stor Forsamling forkyndte jeg Retfærd, se, mine Læber lukked jeg ikke; HERRE, du ved det.
I have not concealed your justice within my heart. I have spoken your truth and your salvation. I have not concealed your mercy and your truth from a great assembly.
11 Din Retfærd dulgte jeg ej i mit Hjerte, din Trofasthed og Frelse talte jeg Om, din Naade og Sandhed fornægted jeg ej i en stor Forsamling.
O Lord, do not take your tender mercies far from me. Your mercy and your truth ever sustain me.
12 Du, HERRE, vil ikke lukke dit Hjerte for mig, din Naade og Sandhed skal altid være mit Værn.
For evils without number have surrounded me. My iniquities have taken hold of me, and I was not able to see. They have been multiplied beyond the hairs of my head. And my heart has forsaken me.
13 Thi Ulykker lejrer sig om mig i talløs Mængde, mine Synder har indhentet mig, saa jeg ikke kan se, de er flere end Hovedets Haar, og Modet har svigtet.
Be pleased, O Lord, to rescue me. Look down, O Lord, to help me.
14 Du værdiges, HERRE, at fri mig, HERRE, il mig til Hjælp.
Let them together be confounded and awed, who seek after my soul to steal it away. Let them be turned back and be in awe, who wish evils upon me.
15 Lad dem beskæmmes og rødme, som vil mig til Livs, og de, der ønsker mig ondt, lad dem vige med Skændsel;
Let them bear their confusion all at once, who say to me, “Well, well.”
16 Lad dem stivne af Rædsel ved deres Skam, de, som siger: »Ha, ha!« til mig!
Let all who seek you exult and rejoice over you. And let those who love your salvation always say, “May the Lord be magnified.”
17 Lad alle, som søger dig, frydes og glædes i dig; lad dem, som elsker din Frelse, bestandig sige: »HERREN er stor!« Er jeg end arm og fattig, vil Herren dog tænke paa mig. Du er min Hjælp og min Frelser; tøv ej, min Gud!
But I am a beggar and poor. The Lord has been concerned about me. You are my helper and my protector. My God, do not delay.
