Salme 10
1 Hvorfor står du så fjernt, o Herre, hvi dølger du dig i Trængselstider?
Why, YHWH, do You stand at a distance? Do You hide in times of adversity?
2 Den gudløse jager i Hovmod den arme, fanger ham i de Rænker, han spinder;
Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in schemes that they devised.
3 thi den gudløse praler af sin Sjæls Attrå, den gridske forbander, ringeagter HERREN.
Because the wicked has boasted Of the desire of his soul, And he has blessed a dishonest gainer, He has despised YHWH.
4 Den gudløse siger i Hovmod: "Han hjemsøger ej, der er ingen Gud"; det er alle hans Tanker.
The wicked does not inquire according to the height of his face. “There is no God!” [are] all his schemes.
5 Dog altid lykkes hans Vej, højt over ham går dine Domme; han blæser ad alle sine Fjender.
His ways writhe at all times, Your judgments [are] on high before him, All his adversaries—he puffs at them.
6 Han siger i Hjertet: "Jeg rokkes ej, kommer ikke i Nød fra Slægt til Slægt."
He has said in his heart, “I am not moved, [And am] not in calamity to generation and generation.”
7 Hans Mund er fuld af Banden og Svig og Vold, Fordærv og Uret er under hans Tunge;
His mouth is full of oaths, And deceits, and fraud: Under his tongue [is] perverseness and iniquity,
8 han lægger sig på Lur i Landsbyer, dræber i Løn den skyldfri, efter Staklen spejder hans Øjne;
He sits in an ambush of the villages, He slays the innocent in secret places. His eyes secretly watch for the afflicted,
9 han lurer i Skjul som Løve i Krat, på at fange den arme lurer han, han fanger den arme ind i sit Garn;
He lies in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lies in wait to catch the poor, He catches the poor, drawing him into his net.
10 han dukker sig, sidder på Spring, og Staklerne falder i hans Kløer.
He is bruised—he bows down, The afflicted has fallen by his mighty ones.
11 Han siger i Hjertet: "Gud glemmer, han skjuler sit Åsyn; han ser det aldrig."
He said in his heart, “God has forgotten, He has hid His face, He has never seen.”
12 Rejs dig, HERRE! Gud, løft din Hånd, de arme glemme du ikke!
Arise, O YHWH! O God, lift up Your hand! Do not forget the humble.
13 Hvorfor skal en gudløs spotte Gud, sige i Hjertet, du hjemsøger ikke?
Why has the wicked despised God? He has said in his heart, “It is not required.”
14 Du skuer dog Møje og Kvide, ser det og tager det i din Hånd; Staklen tyr hen til dig, du er den faderløses Hjælper.
You have seen, For You behold perverseness and anger; By giving into Your hand, The afflicted leave [it] on You, You have been a helper of the fatherless.
15 Knus den ondes, den gudløses Arm, hjemsøg hans Gudløshed, så den ej findes!
Break the arm of the wicked and the evil, Seek out his wickedness, find none;
16 HERREN er Konge evigt og altid, Hedningerne er ryddet bort af hans Land;
YHWH [is] King for all time and forever, The nations have perished out of His land!
17 du har hørt de ydmyges Ønske, HERRE, du styrker deres Hjerte, vender Øret til
You have heard the desire of the humble, O YHWH. You prepare their heart; You cause Your ear to attend,
18 for at skaffe fortrykte og faderløse Ret. Ikke skal dødelige mer øve Vold.
To judge the fatherless and bruised: He adds no more to oppress—man of the earth!
