Salme 64

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. Hear, O God, my voice, in my (meditation) You keep my life from the fear of an enemy,

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

Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

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

Who sharpened their tongue as a sword, They directed their arrow—a bitter word.

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

To shoot the perfect in secret places, Suddenly they shoot him, and do not fear.

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

They strengthen an evil thing for themselves, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, “Who looks at it?”

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

They search out perverse things, “We perfected a searching search,” And the inward part of man, and the heart, [are] deep.

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

And God shoots them [with] an arrow, Their wounds have been sudden,

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

And they cause him to stumble, Their own tongue [is] against them, Every looker on them flees away.

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

And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And they have wisely considered His deed.

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 rejoice in YHWH, And have trusted in Him, And all the upright of heart boast!