Salme 6
1 Til Sangmesteren. Med Strengespil. Efter den ottende. En Salme af David. HERRE, revs mig ej i din Vrede, tugt mig ej i din Harme,
[For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.] LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
2 vær mig naadig, HERRE, jeg sygner hen, mine Ledemod skælver, læg mig, HERRE!
Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am frail. LORD, heal me, for my bones are trembling.
3 Saare skælver min Sjæl; o HERRE, hvor længe endnu?
And my soul is greatly troubled. But you, LORD, how long?
4 Vend tilbage, HERRE, og frels min Sjæl, hjælp mig dog for din Miskundheds Skyld!
Return, LORD. Deliver my soul. Save me because of your lovingkindness.
For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks? (Sheol h7585)
6 Jeg er saa træt af at sukke; jeg væder hver Nat mit Leje, bader med Taarer min Seng;
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I drench my bed; I melt my couch with my tears.
7 mit Øje hentæres af Sorg, sløves for alle mine Fjenders Skyld.
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
8 Vig fra mig, alle I Udaadsmænd, thi HERREN har hørt min Graad,
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the sound of my weeping.
9 HERREN har hørt min Tryglen, min Bøn tager HERREN imod.
The LORD has heard my plea. The LORD has accepted my prayer.
10 Beskæmmes skal alle mine Fjender og saare forfærdes, brat skal de vige med Skam.
May all my enemies be ashamed and greatly terrified. May they turn back, suddenly ashamed.
