< Salme 140 >
1 (Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.) Red mig, HERRE, fra onde Mennesker, vær mig et Værn mod Voldsmænd,
Unto the end. A Psalm of David. Rescue me, O Lord, from the evil man. Rescue me from the iniquitous leader.
2 der pønser på ondt i Hjertet og daglig ægger til Strid.
Those who have devised iniquities in their hearts: all day long they constructed conflicts.
3 De hvæsser Tungen som Slanger, har Øglegift under deres Læber. (Sela)
They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent. The venom of asps is under their lips.
4 Vogt mig, HERRE, for gudløses Hånd, vær mig et Værn mod Voldsmænd, som pønser på at bringe mig til Fald.
Preserve me, O Lord, from the hand of the sinner, and rescue me from men of iniquity. They have decided to supplant my steps.
5 Hovmodige lægger Snarer og Strikker for mig, breder et Net for min Fod, lægger Fælder for mig ved Vejen. (Sela)
The arrogant have hidden a snare for me. And they have stretched out cords for a snare. They have placed a stumbling block for me near the road.
6 Jeg siger til HERREN: Du er min Gud, HERRE, lyt til min tryglende Røst!
I said to the Lord: You are my God. O Lord, heed the voice of my supplication.
7 HERRE, Herre, min Frelses Styrke, du skærmer mit Hoved på Stridens Dag.
Lord, O Lord, the strength of my salvation: you have overshadowed my head in the day of war.
8 Opfyld ej, HERRE, den gudløses Ønsker, lad ikke hans Råd have Fremgang!
O Lord, do not hand me over to the sinner by my desire. They have plotted against me. Do not abandon me, lest they should triumph.
9 Lad dem ikke løfte Hovedet mod mig, lad deres Trusler ramme dem selv!
The head of those who encompass me, the labor of their lips, will overwhelm them.
10 Det regne på dem med gloende Kul, styrt dem i Dybet, ej stå de op!
Burning coals will fall upon them. You will cast them down into the fire, into miseries that they will not be able to withstand.
11 Lad ikke Bagtaleren holde sig i Landet, ondt ramme Voldsmanden Slag i Slag!
A talkative man will not be guided aright upon the earth. Evils will drag the unjust man unto utter ruin.
12 Jeg ved, at HERREN vil føre de armes Sag og skaffe de fattige Ret.
I know that the Lord will accomplish justice for the needy and vindication for the poor.
13 For vist skal retfærdige prise dit Navn, oprigtige bo for dit Åsyn.
So then, truly, the just will confess your name, and the upright will dwell with your countenance.