Salme 64

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. Hear my voice, God, in my complaint. 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 conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing evil;

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

who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,

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

to shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and fearlessly.

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

They encourage themselves in evil plans. They talk about laying snares secretly. They say, “Who will see them?”

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

They plot injustice, saying, “We have made a perfect plan!” Surely man’s mind and heart are cunning.

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

But God will shoot at them. They will be suddenly struck down with an arrow.

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

Their own tongues shall ruin them. All who see them will shake their heads.

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

All mankind shall be afraid. They shall declare the work of God, and shall wisely ponder what he has done.

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 take refuge in him. All the upright in heart shall praise him!