Salme 64

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

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

Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:

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

Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:

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

That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

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

They encourage themselves in an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privately; they say, Who shall see them?

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

They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.

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

But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.

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

So they shall make their own tongue to fall on themselves: all that see them shall flee away.

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

And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing.

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 righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.