Salme 57
1 Til Sangmesteren. Al-tasjhet. Af David. En Miktam, da han flygtede ind i Hulen for Saul.
“For the leader of the music. To be sung to the tune of “Do not destroy.” A psalm of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave.” Have pity upon me, O God! have pity upon me, For in thee doth my soul seek refuge! Yea, in the shadow of thy wings do I take shelter, Until these calamities be overpast!
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 call upon God the Most High, Upon God, who performeth all things for me;
3 Gud, den Højeste, paakalder jeg, den Gud, der gør vel imod mig;
He will send from heaven, and save me; He will put to shame him that panteth for my life; (Pause) God will send forth his mercy and his truth.
4 han sender mig Hjælp fra Himlen og frelser min Sjæl fra dem, som vil mig til Livs. Gud sender sin Naade og Trofasthed.
My life is in the midst of lions; I dwell among them that breathe out fire; Among men whose teeth are spears and arrows, And whose tongue is a sharp sword.
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.
Exalt thyself, O God! above the heavens, And thy glory above all the earth!
6 Løft dig, o Gud, over Himlen, din Herlighed være over al Jorden!
They have prepared a net for my steps; My soul is bowed down; They have digged a pit before me, But into it they have themselves fallen.
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)
My heart is strengthened, O God! my heart is strengthened! I will sing, and give thanks.
8 Mit Hjerte er trøstigt, Gud, mit Hjerte er trøstigt; jeg vil synge og lovprise dig,
Awake, my soul! awake, psaltery and harp! I will wake with the early dawn.
9 vaagn op, min Ære! Harpe og Citer vaagn op, jeg vil vække Morgenrøden.
I will praise thee, O Lord! among the nations; I will sing to thee among the kingdoms!
10 Jeg vil takke dig, Herre, blandt Folkeslag, prise dig blandt Folkefærd;
For thy mercy reacheth to the heavens, And thy truth 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!
Exalt thyself, O God! above the heavens, And thy glory above all the earth!
