Salme 52

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Maskil af David,

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of Instruction, of David. When Doeg the Edomite went, and told Saul; and said to him, —David, hath entered the house of Ahimelech. Why dost thou boast thyself of wickedness, O mighty man? The lovingkindness of GOD, [lasteth] all the day.

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

Engulfing ruin, doth thy tongue devise, Like a whetted razor, working deceit;

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

Thou lovest Evil more than good, Falsehood, more than speaking righteousness. (Selah)

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

Thou lovest all devouring words, O deceitful tongue!

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

GOD also, will break thee down utterly, He will snatch thee up and tear thee away tentless, And uproot thee, out of the land of the living. (Selah)

6 Du elsker al ødelæggende Tale, du falske Tunge!

The righteous shall both see and fear, And, over him, shall laugh:

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)

Lo! the man who made not God his refuge, —But trusted in the abundance of his riches, Emboldened himself in his wealth!

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

But, I, am like a flourishing olive-tree, in the house of God, I have put confidence in the lovingkindness of God, for times age-abiding and beyond.

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 praise thee to times age-abiding, Because thou didst effectually work, —And I will wait on thy Name, Because it is good, In the presence of thy men of lovingkindness.