Salme 55
1 Til Sangmesteren. Med Strengespil. En Maskil af David. Lyt, o Gud, til min Bøn, skjul dig ej for min Tryglen,
For the chief musician; on stringed instruments. A maschil of David. Give ear to my prayer, God; and do not hide yourself from my plea.
2 laan mig Øre og svar mig, jeg vaander mig i Klage,
Pay attention to me and answer me; I have no rest in my troubles
3 jeg stønner ved Fjendernes Raab og de gudløses Skrig; thi Ulykke vælter de over mig, forfølger mig grumt;
because of the voice of my enemies, because of the oppression of the wicked; for they bring trouble on me and persecute me in anger.
4 Hjertet er angst i mit Bryst, Dødens Rædsler er faldet over mig.
My heart trembles within me, and the terrors of death have fallen on me.
5 Frygt og Angst falder paa mig, Gru er over mig.
Fearfulness and trembling have come on me, and horror has overwhelmed me.
6 Jeg siger: Ak, havde jeg Vinger som Duen, da fløj jeg i Ly,
I said, “Oh, if only I had wings like a dove! Then would I fly away and be at rest.
7 ja, langt bort vilde jeg fly og blive i Ørkenen. (Sela)
See, then I would wander far away; I would stay in the wilderness. (Selah)
8 Da søgte jeg skyndsomt Tilflugt for rivende Storm og Uvejr.
I would hurry to a shelter from the stormy wind and tempest.”
9 Herre, forvir og split deres Tungemaal! Thi Vold og Ufred ser jeg i Byen;
Devour them, Lord, confuse their language! For I have seen violence and strife in the city.
10 de gaar Rundgang Dag og Nat paa dens Mure;
Day and night they go about on its walls; iniquity and mischief are in the middle of it.
11 Ulykke, Kvide og Vanheld raader derinde, Voldsfærd og Svig viger aldrig bort fra dens Torve.
Wickedness is in the middle of it; oppression and deceit do not leave its streets.
12 Det var ikke en Fjende, som haaned mig — det kunde bæres; min Uven ydmyged mig ej — ham kunde jeg undgaa;
For it was not an enemy who rebuked me, then I could have borne it; neither was it he who hated me who raised himself up against me, then I would have hidden myself from him.
13 men du, en Mand af min Stand, en Ven og fortrolig,
But it was you, a man equal to myself, my companion and my close friend.
14 og det skønt vi delte Samværets Sødme, vandred endrægtelig i Guds Hus.
We had sweet fellowship together; we walked in the house of God with the throng.
15 Over dem komme Død, lad dem levende synke i Dødsriget! Thi der er Ondskab i deres Bolig, i deres Indre! (Sheol h7585)
Let death come suddenly on them; let them go down alive to Sheol, for wickedness is where they live, right among them. (Sheol h7585)
16 Jeg, jeg raaber til Gud, og HERREN vil frelse mig.
As for me, I will call on God, and Yahweh will save me.
17 Jeg klager og stønner ved Kvæld, ved Gry og ved Middag; min Røst vil han høre
In the evening, morning and at noonday I complain and moan; he will hear my voice.
18 og udfri min Sjæl i Fred, saa de ikke kan komme mig nær; thi mange er de imod mig.
He will safely rescue my life from the battle that was against me, for those who fought against me were many.
19 Gud, som troner fra Fortids Dage, vil høre og ydmyge dem. (Sela) Thi der er ingen Forandring hos dem, og de frygter ikke for Gud.
God, the one who rules from eternity, will hear them and humiliate them. (Selah) They never change, and they do not fear God.
20 Paa Venner lagde han Haand og brød sin Pagt.
My friend has raised his hands against those who were at peace with him; he has not respected the covenant that he had.
21 Glattere end Smør er hans Mund, men Hjertet vil Krig, blødere end Olie hans Ord, skønt dragne Sværd.
His mouth was smooth as butter, but his heart was hostile; his words were softer than oil, yet they were actually drawn swords.
22 Kast din Byrde paa HERREN, saa sørger han for dig, den retfærdige lader han ikke i Evighed rokkes.
Place your burdens on Yahweh, and he will sustain you; he will never allow a righteous person to totter.
23 Og du, o Gud, nedstyrt dem i Gravens Dyb! Ej skal blodstænkte, svigefulde Mænd naa Hælvten af deres Dage. Men jeg, jeg stoler paa dig!
But you, God, will bring the wicked down into the pit of destruction; bloodthirsty and deceitful men will not live even half as long as others, but I will trust in you.
