Salme 69
1 Til Sangmesteren. Til Liljerne. Af David.
For the Leader; upon Shoshannim. A Psalm of David. Save me, O God; for the waters are come in even unto the soul.
2 Frels mig Gud, thi Vandene naar mig til Sjælen,
I am sunk in deep mire, where there is no standing; I am come into deep waters, and the flood overwhelmeth me.
3 jeg er sunket i bundløst Dynd, hvor der intet Fodfæste er, kommet i Vandenes Dyb, og Strømmen gaar over mig;
I am weary of my crying; my throat is dried; mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
4 træt har jeg skreget mig, Struben brænder, mit Øje er mat af at bie paa min Gud;
They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; they that would cut me off, being mine enemies wrongfully, are many; should I restore that which I took not away?
5 flere end mit Hoveds Haar er de, der hader mig uden Grund, mange er de, som vil mig til Livs, uden Skel er mig fjendske; hvad jeg ikke har ranet, skal jeg dog erstatte!
O God, Thou knowest my folly; and my trespasses are not hid from Thee.
6 Gud, du kender min Daarskab, min Skyld er ej skjult for dig.
Let not them that wait for Thee be ashamed through me, O Lord GOD of hosts; let not those that seek Thee be brought to confusion through me, O God of Israel.
7 Lad mig ej bringe Skam over dem, som bier paa dig, o Herre, Hærskarers HERRE, lad mig ej bringe Skændsel over dem, der søger dig, Israels Gud!
Because for Thy sake I have borne reproach; confusion hath covered my face.
8 Thi for din Skyld bærer jeg Spot, mit Aasyn dækkes af Skændsel;
I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother's children.
9 fremmed er jeg for mine Brødre, en Udlænding for min Moders Sønner.
Because zeal for Thy house hath eaten me up, and the reproaches of them that reproach Thee are fallen upon me.
10 Thi Nidkærhed for dit Hus har fortæret mig, Spotten mod dig er faldet paa mig;
And I wept with my soul fasting, and that became unto me a reproach.
11 jeg spæged min Sjæl med Faste, og det blev mig til Spot;
I made sackcloth also my garment, and I became a byword unto them.
12 i Sæk har jeg klædt mig, jeg blev dem et Mundheld.
They that sit in the gate talk of me; and I am the song of the drunkards.
13 De, der sidder i Porten, taler om mig, ved Drikkelagene synger de om mig.
But as for me, let my prayer be unto Thee, O LORD, in an acceptable time; O God, in the abundance of Thy mercy, answer me with the truth of Thy salvation.
14 Men jeg beder, HERRE, til dig i Naadens Tid, o Gud, i din store Miskundhed svare du mig!
Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink; let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.
15 Frels mig med din trofaste Hjælp fra Dyndet, at jeg ikke skal synke; red mig fra dem, der hader mig, fra Vandenes Dyb,
Let not the waterflood overwhelm me, neither let the deep swallow me up; and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.
16 lad Strømmen ikke gaa over mig; lad Dybet ikke sluge mig eller Brønden lukke sig over mig.
Answer me, O LORD, for Thy mercy is good; according to the multitude of Thy compassions turn Thou unto me.
17 Svar mig, HERRE, thi god er din Naade, vend dig til mig efter din store Barmhjertighed;
And hide not Thy face from Thy servant; for I am in distress; answer me speedily.
18 dit Aasyn skjule du ej for din Tjener, thi jeg er i Vaade, skynd dig og svar mig;
Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it; ransom me because of mine enemies.
19 kom til min Sjæl og løs den, fri mig for mine Fjenders Skyld!
Thou knowest my reproach, and my shame, and my confusion; mine adversaries are all before Thee.
20 Du ved, hvorledes jeg smædes og bærer Skam og Skændsel; du har Rede paa alle mine Fjender.
Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am sore sick; and I looked for some to show compassion, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
21 Spot har ulægeligt knust mit Hjerte; jeg bied forgæves paa Medynk, paa Trøstere uden at finde;
Yea, they put poison into my food; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
22 de gav mig Malurt at spise og slukked min Tørst med Eddike.
Let their table before them become a snare; and when they are in peace, let it become a trap.
23 Lad Bordet foran dem blive en Snare, deres Takofre blive en Fælde;
Let their eyes be darkened, that they see not; and make their loins continually to totter.
24 lad Øjnene slukkes, saa Synet svigter, lad Lænderne altid vakle!
Pour out Thine indignation upon them, and let the fierceness of Thine anger overtake them.
25 Din Vrede udøse du over dem, din glødende Harme naa dem;
Let their encampment be desolate; let none dwell in their tents.
26 deres Teltlejr blive et Øde, og ingen bo i deres Telte!
For they persecute him whom Thou hast smitten; and they tell of the pain of those whom Thou hast wounded.
27 Thi de forfølger den, du slog, og øger Smerten for dem, du saared.
Add iniquity unto their iniquity; and let them not come into Thy righteousness.
28 Tilregn dem hver eneste Brøde, lad dem ikke faa Del i din Retfærd;
Let them be blotted out of the book of the living, and not be written with the righteous.
29 lad dem slettes af Livets Bog, ej optegnes blandt de retfærdige!
But I am afflicted and in pain; let Thy salvation, O God, set me up on high.
30 Men mig, som er arm og lidende, bjærge din Frelse, o Gud!
I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify Him with thanksgiving.
31 Jeg vil prise Guds Navn med Sang og ophøje ham med Tak;
And it shall please the LORD better than a bullock that hath horns and hoofs.
32 det er mer for HERREN end Okser, end Tyre med Horn og Klove!
The humble shall see it, and be glad; ye that seek after God, let your heart revive.
33 Naar de ydmyge ser det, glæder de sig; I, som søger Gud, eders Hjerte oplives!
For the LORD hearkeneth unto the needy, and despiseth not His prisoners.
34 Thi HERREN laaner de fattige Øre, han agter ej fangne Venner ringe.
Let heaven and earth praise Him, the seas, and every thing that moveth therein.
35 Himmel og Jord skal prise ham, Havet og alt, hvad der rører sig der;
For God will save Zion, and build the cities of Judah; and they shall abide there, and have it in possession.
36 thi Gud vil frelse Zion og opbygge Judas Byer; der skal de bo og tage det i Eje; hans Tjeneres Afkom skal arve det, de, der elsker hans Navn, skal bo deri.
The seed also of His servants shall inherit it; and they that love His name shall dwell therein.
