< Salme 60 >

1 Til Sangmesteren. Al-sjusjan-edut. En Miktam af David til Indøvelse,
[For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Lily of the Covenant." A teaching poem by David, when he fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Joab returned, and killed twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt.] God, you have rejected us. You have broken us down. You have been angry. Restore us, again.
2 dengang han kæmpede med Aram-Naharajim og Aram-Zoba, og Joab vendte tilbage og slog Edomiterne i Saltdalen, 12 000 Mand.
You have made the land tremble. You have torn it. Mend its fractures, for it quakes.
3 Gud, du har stødt os fra dig, nedbrudt os, du vrededes — vend dig til os igen;
You have shown your people hard things. You have made us drink the wine that makes us stagger.
4 du lod Landet skælve, slaa Revner, læg nu dets Brist, thi det vakler!
You have given a banner to those who fear you, that it may be displayed because of the truth. (Selah)
5 Du lod dit Folk friste ondt, iskænked os døvende Vin.
So that your beloved may be delivered, save with your right hand and answer me.
6 Dem, der frygter dig, gav du et Banner, hvorhen de kan fly for Buen. (Sela)
God has spoken from his sanctuary: "I will triumph. I will divide Shechem, and measure out the Valley of Succoth.
7 Til Frelse for dine elskede hjælp med din højre, bønhør os!
Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine. Ephraim also is the defense of my head. Judah is my scepter.
8 Gud talede i sin Helligdom: »Jeg vil udskifte Sikem med Jubel, udmaale Sukkots Dal;
Moab is my wash basin. I will throw my shoe on Edom. I shout in triumph over Philistia."
9 mit er Gilead, mit er Manasse, Efraim er mit Hoveds Værn, Juda min Herskerstav,
Who will bring me into the strong city? Who will lead me to Edom?
10 Moab min Vaskeskaal, paa Edom kaster jeg min Sko, over Filisterland jubler jeg.«
Haven't you, God, rejected us? You do not go out with our armies, God.
11 Hvo bringer mig hen til den faste Stad, hvo leder mig hen til Edom?
Give us help against the adversary, for the help of man is vain.
12 Har du ikke, Gud, stødt os fra dig? Du ledsager ej vore Hære. Giv os dog Hjælp mod Fjenden! Blændværk er Menneskers Støtte. Med Gud skal vi øve vældige Ting, vore Fjender træder han ned!
Through God we shall do valiantly, for it is he who will tread down our adversaries.

< Salme 60 >