Salme 52

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Maskil af David,

To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid to giue instruction. When Doeg the Edomite came and shewed Saul, and saide to him, Dauid is come to the house of Abimelech. Why boastest thou thy selfe in thy wickednesse, O man of power? the louing kindenesse of God indureth dayly.

2 da Edomiten Doeg kom og meldte Saul, at David var gaaet ind i Ahimeleks Hus.

Thy tongue imagineth mischiefe, and is like a sharpe rasor, that cutteth deceitfully.

3 Du stærke, hvi bryster du dig af din Ondskab imod den fromme?

Thou doest loue euill more then good, and lies more then to speake the trueth. (Selah)

4 Du pønser hele Dagen paa ondt; din Tunge er hvas som en Kniv, du Rænkesmed,

Thou louest all wordes that may destroye, O deceitfull tongue!

5 du foretrækker ondt for godt, Løgn for sanddru Tale. (Sela)

So shall God destroy thee for euer: he shall take thee and plucke thee out of thy tabernacle, and roote thee out of ye land of the liuing. (Selah)

6 Du elsker al ødelæggende Tale, du falske Tunge!

The righteous also shall see it, and feare, and shall laugh at him, saying,

7 Derfor styrte Gud dig for evigt, han gribe dig, rive dig ud af dit Telt, han rykke dig op af de levendes Land! (Sela)

Beholde the man that tooke not God for his strength, but trusted vnto the multitude of his riches, and put his strength in his malice.

8 De retfærdige ser det, frygter og haaner ham leende:

But I shall bee like a greene oliue tree in the house of God: for I trusted in the mercie of God for euer and euer.

9 »Se der den Mand, der ej gjorde Gud til sit Værn, men stoled paa sin megen Rigdom, trodsed paa sin Velstand!« Men jeg er som et frodigt Olietræ i Guds Hus, Guds Miskundhed stoler jeg evigt og altid paa. Evindelig takker jeg dig, fordi du greb ind; jeg vidner iblandt dine fromme, at godt er dit Navn.

I will alway praise thee, for that thou hast done this, and I will hope in thy Name, because it is good before thy Saints.