Salme 55
1 Til Sangmesteren. Med Strengespil. En Maskil af David. Lyt, o Gud, til min Bøn, skjul dig ej for min Tryglen,
To the chief Musician on Neginoth, Maschil, A Psalm of David. Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication.
2 laan mig Øre og svar mig, jeg vaander mig i Klage,
Attend to me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;
3 jeg stønner ved Fjendernes Raab og de gudløses Skrig; thi Ulykke vælter de over mig, forfølger mig grumt;
Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.
4 Hjertet er angst i mit Bryst, Dødens Rædsler er faldet over mig.
My heart is greatly pained within me: and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
5 Frygt og Angst falder paa mig, Gru er over mig.
Fearfulness and trembling have come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.
6 Jeg siger: Ak, havde jeg Vinger som Duen, da fløj jeg i Ly,
And I said, O that I had wings like a dove! for then I would fly away, and be at rest.
7 ja, langt bort vilde jeg fly og blive i Ørkenen. (Sela)
Lo, then I would wander far off, and remain in the wilderness. (Selah)
8 Da søgte jeg skyndsomt Tilflugt for rivende Storm og Uvejr.
I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.
9 Herre, forvir og split deres Tungemaal! Thi Vold og Ufred ser jeg i Byen;
Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongues: 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 her upon her walls: mischief also and sorrow are in her midst.
11 Ulykke, Kvide og Vanheld raader derinde, Voldsfærd og Svig viger aldrig bort fra dens Torve.
Wickedness is in her midst: deceit and guile depart not from her 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 that reproached me; then I could have borne it: neither was it he that hated me that magnified himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him:
13 men du, en Mand af min Stand, en Ven og fortrolig,
But it was thou, a man my equal, my guide, and my acquaintance.
14 og det skønt vi delte Samværets Sødme, vandred endrægtelig i Guds Hus.
We took sweet counsel together, and walked to the house of God in company.
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 seize upon them, and let them go down alive into hell: for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among them. (Sheol h7585)
16 Jeg, jeg raaber til Gud, og HERREN vil frelse mig.
As for me, I will call upon God; and the LORD shall save me.
17 Jeg klager og stønner ved Kvæld, ved Gry og ved Middag; min Røst vil han høre
Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.
18 og udfri min Sjæl i Fred, saa de ikke kan komme mig nær; thi mange er de imod mig.
He hath delivered my soul in peace from the battle that was against me: for there were many with me.
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 shall hear, and afflict them, even he that abideth of old. (Selah) Because they have no changes, therefore they fear not God.
20 Paa Venner lagde han Haand og brød sin Pagt.
He hath put forth his hands against such as are at peace with him: he hath broken his covenant.
21 Glattere end Smør er hans Mund, men Hjertet vil Krig, blødere end Olie hans Ord, skønt dragne Sværd.
The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords.
22 Kast din Byrde paa HERREN, saa sørger han for dig, den retfærdige lader han ikke i Evighed rokkes.
Cast thy burden upon the LORD, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never allow the righteous to be moved.
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 thou, O God, shalt bring them down into the pit of destruction: bloody and deceitful men shall not live out half their days; but I will trust in thee.
