Salme 40
1 Til Sangmesteren. Af David. En Salme.
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. I waited patiently for the LORD. He turned to me, and heard my cry.
2 Jeg biede trolig paa HERREN, han bøjed sig til mig og hørte mit Skrig.
He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm 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 has put a new song in my mouth, even praise to our God. Many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust 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 who makes the LORD his trust, and doesn’t respect the proud, nor such as turn away to lies.
5 Salig den Mand, der sætter sin Lid til HERREN, ej vender sig til hovmodige eller dem, der hælder til Løgn.
Many, LORD, my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are towards us. They can’t be declared back to you. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be counted.
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 offering you didn’t desire. You have opened my ears. You have not required burnt offering and sin offering.
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 have come. It is written about me in the book in the scroll.
8 Da sagde jeg: »Se, jeg kommer, i Bogrullen er der givet mig Forskrift;
I delight to do your will, my God. Yes, your Torah is within my heart.”
9 at gøre din Vilje, min Gud, er min Lyst, og din Lov er i mit Indre.«
I have proclaimed glad news of righteousness in the great assembly. Behold, I will not seal my lips, LORD, you know.
10 I en stor Forsamling forkyndte jeg Retfærd, se, mine Læber lukked jeg ikke; HERRE, du ved det.
I have not hidden your righteousness within my heart. I have declared your faithfulness and your salvation. I have not concealed your loving kindness and your truth from the 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.
Don’t withhold your tender mercies from me, LORD. Let your loving kindness and your truth continually preserve me.
12 Du, HERRE, vil ikke lukke dit Hjerte for mig, din Naade og Sandhed skal altid være mit Værn.
For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed 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, LORD, to deliver me. Hurry to help me, LORD.
14 Du værdiges, HERRE, at fri mig, HERRE, il mig til Hjælp.
Let them be disappointed and confounded together who seek after my soul to destroy it. Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonour who delight in my hurt.
15 Lad dem beskæmmes og rødme, som vil mig til Livs, og de, der ønsker mig ondt, lad dem vige med Skændsel;
Let them be desolate by reason of their shame that tell me, “Aha! Aha!”
16 Lad dem stivne af Rædsel ved deres Skam, de, som siger: »Ha, ha!« til mig!
Let all those who seek you rejoice and be glad in you. Let such as love your salvation say continually, “Let the LORD be exalted!”
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 poor and needy. May the Lord think about me. You are my help and my deliverer. Don’t delay, my God.
