Salme 61

1 Til Sangmesteren. Til Strengespil. Af David.

To the chief music-maker. On a corded instrument. Of David. Let my cry come to you, O God; let your ears be open to my prayer.

2 Hør, o Gud, paa mit Raab og lyt til min Bøn!

From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me.

3 Fra Jordens Ende raaber jeg til dig. Naar mit Hjerte vansmægter, løft mig da op paa en Klippe,

For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me.

4 led mig, thi du er min Tilflugt, et mægtigt Taarn til Værn imod Fjenden.

I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah)

5 Lad mig evigt bo som Gæst i dit Telt, finde Tilflugt i dine Vingers Skjul! (Sela)

For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name.

6 Ja du, o Gud, har hørt mine Løfter, opfyldt deres Ønsker, der frygter dit Navn.

You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations.

7 Til Kongens Dage lægger du Dage, hans Aar skal være fra Slægt til Slægt.

May the seat of his authority be before God for ever; may mercy and righteousness keep him safe.

8 Han skal trone evigt for Guds Aasyn; send Naade og Sandhed til at bevare ham! Da vil jeg evigt love dit Navn og saaledes Dag efter Dag indfri mine Løfter.

So will I make songs in praise of your name for ever, giving to God that which is right day by day.