Salme 64

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. Hear, O God, my voice when I complain, From dread peril by the foe, wilt thou guard my life.

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

Wilt thou hide me, From the conclave of evil-doers, From the crowd of workers of iniquity.

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

Who have sharpened, like a sword, their tongue, Have made ready their arrow—a bitter word;

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

To shoot, in secret places, at the blameless one, Suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.

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

They strengthen for them a wicked word, They talk of hiding snares, They have said, Who can see them?

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

They devise perverse things, They have completed the device well devised, Both the intent of each one, and the mind, are unsearchable.

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

Once let God have shot at them an arrow, Suddenly have appeared their own wounds!

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

When they were to have ruined another, their tongue smote themselves, All who observe them take flight.

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

Therefore have all men feared, —And have told the doing of God, And, his work, have considered.

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 man shall rejoice in Yahweh, and seek refuge in him, Then shall glory—all who are upright in heart.