Salme 41

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

For the leader; for Jeduthun. A psalm of David. Happy are those who consider the weak; in the day of misfortune the Lord will deliver them.

2 Salig den Mand, der tager sig af de svage, ham frelser HERREN paa Ulykkens Dag;

He will keep them safe, happy, and long in the land, and not give them up to the rage of their foes.

3 HERREN vogter ham, holder ham i Live, det gaar ham vel i Landet, han giver ham ikke i Fjendevold.

The Lord will sustain them on bed of languishing; tending their sickness, as long as they lie.

4 Paa Sottesengen staar HERREN ham bi, hans Smertensleje gør du ham let.

For this cause I say, “Lord, show me your favor; heal me, because I have sinned against you.”

5 Saa siger jeg da: Vær mig naadig, HERRE, helbred min Sjæl, jeg har syndet mod dig!

My enemies speak of me nothing but evil, “When will he die, and his name pass away?”

6 Mine Fjender ønsker mig ondt: »Hvornaar mon han dør og hans Navn udslettes?«

When one comes to see me, their words ring hollow; their heart keeps gathering mischief the while; and when they go out, they give it speech.

7 Kommer en i Besøg, saa fører han hyklerisk Tale, hans Hjerte samler paa ondt, og saa gaar han bort og taler derom.

In secret they whisper together against me, all those who hate me plot evil against me.

8 Mine Avindsmænd hvisker sammen imod mig, alle regner de med, at det gaar mig ilde:

“Some fatal disease has fastened upon him; and now that he lies, he will rise up no more.”

9 »En dødelig Sot har grebet ham; han ligger der — kommer aldrig op!«

My most trusted friend, on whom I relied, who ate of my bread, has turned against me.

10 Endog min Ven, som jeg stolede paa, som spiste mit Brød, har løftet Hælen imod mig.

But do you, Lord, graciously raise me up, that I may pay them their due reward.

11 Men du, o HERRE, vær mig naadig og rejs mig, saa jeg kan øve Gengæld imod dem.

By this will I know you delight in me: if my foes may not shout over me in triumph.

12 Deraf kan jeg kende, at du har mig kær, at min Fjende ikke skal juble over mig.

For my innocence you uphold me, and set me forever before your face.

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 to everlasting, Amen and Amen.