Salme 64

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

“To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: preserve my life from the dread 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 evil-doers, from the tumultuous assault of the workers of wickedness;

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

Who whet their tongue like a sword, who aim with their arrow, the bitter word:

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

To shoot in secret at the innocent; 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 plan; they tell secretly of laying snares: they say, Who will see them?

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

They search out iniquities; “We are ready with the carefully searched out device:” and the inward thought and heart of each is deeply [hidden].

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

But God shooteth at them suddenly [his] arrow; —[thence] are come their wounds.

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

And their own tongues will stumble over themselves: all that look on them will shake their head.

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

All men shall fear, and shall declare the deeds of God, and understand his works.

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 rejoice in the Lord, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glorify themselves.