Salme 10
1 Hvorfor står du så fjernt, o Herre, hvi dølger du dig i Trængselstider?
Why do you stand, Lord, so far away, hiding yourself in times of trouble?
2 Den gudløse jager i Hovmod den arme, fanger ham i de Rænker, han spinder;
The wicked, in their pride, are pursuing the helpless: let them be caught in the schemes they have plotted.
3 thi den gudløse praler af sin Sjæls Attrå, den gridske forbander, ringeagter HERREN.
For the wicked boasts of their wanton greed; the robber despises the Lord, and curses him,
4 Den gudløse siger i Hovmod: "Han hjemsøger ej, der er ingen Gud"; det er alle hans Tanker.
in wicked pride, thinks: God doesn’t care, God doesn’t call to account.
5 Dog altid lykkes hans Vej, højt over ham går dine Domme; han blæser ad alle sine Fjender.
Never a season that they do not prosper; your judgments are far above out of their sight: they scoff at their foes.
6 Han siger i Hjertet: "Jeg rokkes ej, kommer ikke i Nød fra Slægt til Slægt."
Each says in their heart, ‘I will never be shaken; I will live for all time untouched by misfortune.’
7 Hans Mund er fuld af Banden og Svig og Vold, Fordærv og Uret er under hans Tunge;
Their mouths are full of deceit and oppression: under their tongues lurks mischief and wrong.
8 han lægger sig på Lur i Landsbyer, dræber i Løn den skyldfri, efter Staklen spejder hans Øjne;
Lying in secret in some village ambush, and stealthily watching, they murder the innocent.
9 han lurer i Skjul som Løve i Krat, på at fange den arme lurer han, han fanger den arme ind i sit Garn;
Like a lion that lurks in a secret lair they lurk intending to catch the defenceless; to seize them, to drag them away in their net.
10 han dukker sig, sidder på Spring, og Staklerne falder i hans Kløer.
Their victims are crushed, sink down to the ground. Under their claws the hapless fall.
11 Han siger i Hjertet: "Gud glemmer, han skjuler sit Åsyn; han ser det aldrig."
The wicked say in their hearts that God has forgotten, has hidden his face, will see nothing.
12 Rejs dig, HERRE! Gud, løft din Hånd, de arme glemme du ikke!
Arise, Lord, lift up your hand, do not forget the cry of the wretched.
13 Hvorfor skal en gudløs spotte Gud, sige i Hjertet, du hjemsøger ikke?
Why do the wicked treat God with contempt, and say in their hearts, ‘God doesn’t care’?
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 the trouble and sorrow; you mark it all, and will take it in hand. The hapless can count on you, helper of orphans.
15 Knus den ondes, den gudløses Arm, hjemsøg hans Gudløshed, så den ej findes!
Break the arm of the wicked and evil: search out their sin, till no more be found.
16 HERREN er Konge evigt og altid, Hedningerne er ryddet bort af hans Land;
The Lord is king forever and ever: the nations will vanish from his land.
17 du har hørt de ydmyges Ønske, HERRE, du styrker deres Hjerte, vender Øret til
Lord, you have heard the desire of the humble, inclining your ear, strengthening their hearts,
18 for at skaffe fortrykte og faderløse Ret. Ikke skal dødelige mer øve Vold.
rights you have won for the crushed and the orphan, so no one on earth may strike terror again.
