Salme 64

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

Unto the end, a psalm for David. Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy.

2 Hør, o Gud, min Røst, naar jeg klager, skærm mit Liv mod den rædsomme Fjende;

Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.

3 skjul mig for Ugerningsmændenes Raad, for Udaadsmændenes travle Hob,

For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing,

4 der hvæsser Tungen som Sværd, lægger giftige Ord paa Buen

To shoot in secret the undefiled.

5 for i Løn at ramme den skyldfri, ramme ham brat og uset.

They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness. They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall see them?

6 Ihærdigt lægger de onde Raad, skryder af, at de lægger Snarer, siger: »Hvem skulde se os?«

They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart:

7 De udtænker onde Gerninger, fuldfører en gennemtænkt Tanke — og Menneskets Indre og Hjerte er dybt.

And God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:

8 Da rammer Gud dem med en Pil, af Slaget rammes de brat;

And their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled;

9 han styrter dem for deres Tunges Skyld. Enhver, som ser dem, ryster paa Hovedet;

And every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God: and understood his doings.

10 alle Mennesker frygter, forkynder, hvad Gud har gjort, og fatter hans Hænders Gerning; de retfærdige glædes i HERREN og lider paa ham, de oprigtige af Hjertet jubler til Hobe!

The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised.