Salme 57
1 Til Sangmesteren. Al-tasjhet. Af David. En Miktam, da han flygtede ind i Hulen for Saul.
For the music director. According to “Do Not Destroy.” A psalm (miktam) of David concerning the time he fled from Saul and hid in the cave. Please be kind to me, God! Be kind to me because I come to you for protection. I will shelter under the shadow of your wings until the danger is past.
2 Vær mig naadig, Gud, vær mig naadig, thi hos dig har min Sjæl søgt Ly; i dine Vingers Skygge søger jeg Ly, til Ulykken er drevet over.
I cry out for help to God Most High, to God who vindicates me.
3 Gud, den Højeste, paakalder jeg, den Gud, der gør vel imod mig;
From heaven he sends his help, and he saves me. He defeats those who persecute me. (Selah) God sends me his unfailing love, showing he is completely trustworthy.
4 han sender mig Hjælp fra Himlen og frelser min Sjæl fra dem, som vil mig til Livs. Gud sender sin Naade og Trofasthed.
I am surrounded by man-eating lions—I am forced to live with them! Their teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongues are swords.
5 Jeg maa ligge midt iblandt Løver, bo mellem Folk, der spyr Ild, hvis Tænder er Spyd og Pile, hvis Tunge er hvas som et Sværd.
God, your greatness is above the highest heavens; and your glory covers the whole earth!
6 Løft dig, o Gud, over Himlen, din Herlighed være over al Jorden!
They set a trap to catch me. I was so depressed. They dug a pit on my path but they were the ones who fell into it. (Selah)
7 Et Net har de udspændt for mine Skridt, deres egen Fod skal hildes deri; en Grav har de gravet foran mig, selv skal de falde deri. (Sela)
I have confidence in you, God, I have confidence in you. I will sing songs of praise to you.
8 Mit Hjerte er trøstigt, Gud, mit Hjerte er trøstigt; jeg vil synge og lovprise dig,
I say to myself, “Wake up!” Wake up, harp and lyre! I will wake up the dawn!
9 vaagn op, min Ære! Harpe og Citer vaagn op, jeg vil vække Morgenrøden.
I will thank you among the peoples, Lord; I will sing your praises among the nations.
10 Jeg vil takke dig, Herre, blandt Folkeslag, prise dig blandt Folkefærd;
Your faithful love reaches to the heavens; your trustworthiness to the clouds.
11 thi din Miskundhed naar til Himlen, din Sandhed til Skyerne. Løft dig, o Gud, over Himlen, din Herlighed være over al Jorden!
God, your greatness is above the highest heavens; and your glory covers the whole earth!
