< Salme 41 >

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
“To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” Happy is he that careth for the poor: on the day of evil will the Lord deliver him.
2 Salig den Mand, der tager sig af de svage, ham frelser HERREN paa Ulykkens Dag;
The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive; he shall be made happy on the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the revengeful desire of his enemies.
3 HERREN vogter ham, holder ham i Live, det gaar ham vel i Landet, han giver ham ikke i Fjendevold.
The Lord will sustain him upon the bed of painful disease: thou changest all his couch in his sickness.
4 Paa Sottesengen staar HERREN ham bi, hans Smertensleje gør du ham let.
I said, Lord, be gracious unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
5 Saa siger jeg da: Vær mig naadig, HERRE, helbred min Sjæl, jeg har syndet mod dig!
My enemies speak evil of me, When will he die, and his name perish?
6 Mine Fjender ønsker mig ondt: »Hvornaar mon han dør og hans Navn udslettes?«
And if he come to see [me], he speaketh falsely: his heart gathereth wickedness to itself; he goeth abroad [and] speaketh it.
7 Kommer en i Besøg, saa fører han hyklerisk Tale, hans Hjerte samler paa ondt, og saa gaar han bort og taler derom.
Altogether whisper against me all that hate me: against me do they devise my injury.
8 Mine Avindsmænd hvisker sammen imod mig, alle regner de med, at det gaar mig ilde:
“His godless deed [say they] is poured out over him: as he lieth there he will never more rise up again.”
9 »En dødelig Sot har grebet ham; han ligger der — kommer aldrig op!«
Yea, even the man that should have sought my welfare, in whom I trusted, who eateth my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
10 Endog min Ven, som jeg stolede paa, som spiste mit Brød, har løftet Hælen imod mig.
But thou, O Lord, be gracious unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite it unto them.
11 Men du, o HERRE, vær mig naadig og rejs mig, saa jeg kan øve Gengæld imod dem.
By this do I know that thou art pleased with me, that my enemy doth not triumph over me.
12 Deraf kan jeg kende, at du har mig kær, at min Fjende ikke skal juble over mig.
But as for me, thou upholdest me in my integrity, and placest me before thy presence for ever.
13 Du holder mig oppe i Kraft af min Uskyld, lader mig staa for dit Aasyn til evig Tid. Lovet være HERREN, Israels Gud, fra Evighed og til Evighed, Amen, Amen!
Blessed be the Lord the God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen. BEGIM

< Salme 41 >