Salme 40
1 Til Sangmesteren. Af David. En Salme.
For the music director. A psalm of David. I waited for the Lord patiently, and he turned to me—he heard my cry for help.
2 Jeg biede trolig paa HERREN, han bøjed sig til mig og hørte mit Skrig.
He pulled me out of the pit of destruction, out from the mud and the slime. He set me on a rock, and gave me a safe place to stand.
3 Han drog mig op af den brusende Grav, af det skidne Dynd, han satte min Fod paa en Klippe, gav Skridtene Fasthed,
He gave me a new song to sing, a song of praise to our God. Many people will see and be in awe, and they will put their trust in him.
4 en ny Sang lagde han i min Mund, en Lovsang til vor Gud. Mange skal se det og frygte og stole paa HERREN.
Happy are those who trust in the Lord, who do not look for help from the arrogant or from those who worship idols.
5 Salig den Mand, der sætter sin Lid til HERREN, ej vender sig til hovmodige eller dem, der hælder til Løgn.
Lord my God, you have done so many wonderful things for us, and you have so many plans for us. No one compares to you. I want to tell all that you've done—blessings too many to count.
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.
You don't want sacrifices and offerings. Now you have helped me understand—you're not asking for burnt offerings or sin offerings.
7 Til Slagt— og Afgrødeoffer har du ej Lyst, du gav mig aabne Ører, Brænd— og Syndoffer kræver du ikke.
Then I said, “Look! Here I am! I've come to do what is written about me in the scroll of the Book.
8 Da sagde jeg: »Se, jeg kommer, i Bogrullen er der givet mig Forskrift;
I am pleased to do your will, my God—your Law guides my mind.”
9 at gøre din Vilje, min Gud, er min Lyst, og din Lov er i mit Indre.«
I have announced the good news of salvation to the whole congregation. I don't keep quiet, Lord, as you know.
10 I en stor Forsamling forkyndte jeg Retfærd, se, mine Læber lukked jeg ikke; HERRE, du ved det.
I have not kept the truth of your goodness hidden inside me—I have spoken of your trustworthiness and your salvation. I have not concealed your unfailing love and your faithfulness from the whole congregation.
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.
Lord, please don't keep back your mercy from me. May your trustworthy love and faithfulness always be my protection.
12 Du, HERRE, vil ikke lukke dit Hjerte for mig, din Naade og Sandhed skal altid være mit Værn.
For I'm experiencing so many problems—I can't even count them! My sins have piled up so high I can't see over them. They're more than the number of hairs on my head! I feel like giving up!
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.
Lord, please save me! Hurry, Lord, help me!
14 Du værdiges, HERRE, at fri mig, HERRE, il mig til Hjælp.
Please defeat and humiliate the people who are trying to kill me; turn back in disgrace those who want to hurt me.
15 Lad dem beskæmmes og rødme, som vil mig til Livs, og de, der ønsker mig ondt, lad dem vige med Skændsel;
May they be shocked at their defeat, those who taunted me.
16 Lad dem stivne af Rædsel ved deres Skam, de, som siger: »Ha, ha!« til mig!
But may everyone who comes to you be happy and glad; may those who love your salvation always say, “The Lord is great!”
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!
As for me, I am poor and needy. May the Lord think about me. Help me! Save me! My God, please don't wait!
