Salme 64

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice, in my (meditation) From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life,

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

Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

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

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

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

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

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

They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, 'Who doth look 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 doth shoot them [with] an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,

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

And they cause him to stumble, Against them [is] their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth 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 His deed they have considered wisely.

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 doth rejoice in Jehovah, And hath trusted in Him, And boast themselves do all the upright of heart!