Salme 109
1 (Til Sangmesteren. Af David. En Salme.) Du min Lovsangs Gud, vær ej tavs!
Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise,
2 Thi en gudløs, svigefuld Mund har de åbnet imod mig, taler mig til med Løgntunge,
for they have opened against me the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of deceit. They have spoken to me with a lying tongue.
3 med hadske Ord omringer de mig og strider imod mig uden Grund;
They have also encompassed me about with words of hatred, and fought against me without a cause.
4 til Løn for min Kærlighed er de mig fjendske, skønt jeg er idel Bøn;
For my love they are my adversaries, but I make prayer.
5 de gør mig ondt for godt, gengælder min Kærlighed med Had.
And they have rewarded me evil for good, and hatred for my love.
6 Straf ham for hans Gudløshed, lad en Anklager stå ved hans højre,
Set thou a wicked man over him, and let an adversary stand at his right hand.
7 lad ham gå dømt fra Retten, hans Bøn blive regnet for Synd;
When he is judged, let him come forth guilty, and let his prayer be turned into sin.
8 hans Livsdage blive kun få, hans Embede tage en anden;
Let his days be few, and let another take his office.
9 hans Børn blive faderløse, hans Hustru vorde Enke;
Let his sons be fatherless, and his wife a widow.
10 hans Børn flakke om og tigge, drives bort fra et øde Hjem;
Let his sons be vagabonds, and beg, and let them seek out of their desolate places.
11 Ågerkarlen rage efter alt, hvad han har, og fremmede rane hans Gods;
Let a creditor exact all that he has, and let strangers make spoil of his labor.
12 ingen være langmodig imod ham, ingen ynke hans faderløse;
Let there be none to extend kindness to him, nor let there be any to have pity on his fatherless sons.
13 hans Afkom gå til Grunde, hans Navn slettes ud i næste Slægt:
Let his posterity be cut off. In the generation following let their name be blotted out.
14 lad hans Fædres Skyld ihukommes hos HERREN, lad ikke hans Moders Synd slettes ud,
Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered with Jehovah, and let not the sin of his mother be blotted out.
15 altid være de, HERREN for Øje; hans Minde vorde udryddet af Jorden,
Let them be before Jehovah continually, that he may cut off the memory of them from the earth,
16 fordi det ej faldt ham ind at vise sig god, men han forfulgte den arme og fattige og den, hvis Hjerte var knust til Døde;
because he did not remember to show kindness, but persecuted the poor and needy man, and the broken in heart, to kill.
17 han elsked Forbandelse, så lad den nå ham; Velsignelse yndede han ikke, den blive ham fjern!
Yea, he loved cursing, and it came to him. And he did not delight in blessing, and it was far from him.
18 Han tage Forbandelse på som en Klædning, den komme som Vand i hans Bug, som Olie ind i hans Ben;
He also clothed himself with cursing as with his garment, and it came into his inward parts like water, and like oil into his bones.
19 den blive en Dragt, han tager på, et Bælte, han altid bærer!
Let it be to him as the raiment with which he covers himself, and for the belt with which he is girded continually.
20 Det være mine Modstanderes Løn fra HERREN, dem, der taler ondt mod min Sjæl.
This is the reward of my adversaries from Jehovah, and of those who speak evil against my soul.
21 Men du, o HERRE, min Herre, gør med mig efter din Godhed og Nåde, frels mig for dit Navns Skyld!
But deal thou with me, O Jehovah the Lord, for thy name's sake. Because thy loving kindness is good, deliver thou me,
22 Thi jeg er arm og fattig, mit Hjerte vånder sig i mig;
for I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.
23 som Skyggen, der hælder, svinder jeg bort, som Græshopper rystes jeg ud;
I am gone like the shadow when it declines. I am tossed up and down as the locust.
24 af Faste vakler mine Knæ, mit Kød skrumper ind uden Salve;
My knees are weak through fasting, and my flesh fails of fatness.
25 til Spot for dem er jeg blevet, de ryster på Hovedet, når de
I also have become a reproach to them. When they see me, they shake their head.
26 Hjælp mig, HERRE min Gud, frels mig efter din Miskundhed,
Help me, O Jehovah my God. O save me according to thy loving kindness,
27 så de sander, det var din Hånd, dig, HERRE, som gjorde det!
that they may know that this is thy hand, that thou, Jehovah, have done it.
28 Lad dem forbande, du vil velsigne, mine uvenner vorde til Skamme, din Tjener glæde sig;
Let them curse, but bless thou. When they arise, they shall be put to shame, but thy servant shall rejoice.
29 lad mine Fjender klædes i Skændsel, iføres Skam som en Kappe!
Let my adversaries be clothed with dishonor, and let them cover themselves with their own shame as with a robe.
30 Med min Mund vil jeg højlig takke HERREN, prise ham midt i Mængden;
I will give great thanks to Jehovah with my mouth. Yea, I will praise him among the multitude.
31 thi han står ved den fattiges højre at fri ham fra dem, der dømmer hans Sjæl.
For he will stand at the right hand of the needy, to save him from those who judge his soul.
