Salme 142

1 (En Maskil af David, da han var i hulen. En Bøn.) Jeg løfter min røst og råber til Herren, jeg løfter min Røst og trygler HERREN,

The understanding of David. A prayer, when he was in the cave. With my voice, I cried out to the Lord. With my voice, I made supplication to the Lord.

2 udøser min Klage for ham, udtaler min Nød for ham.

In his sight, I pour out my prayer, and before him, I declare my tribulation.

3 Når Ånden vansmægter i mig, kender du dog min Sti. På Vejen, ad hvilken jeg vandrer, lægger de Snarer for mig.

Though my spirit may become faint within me, even then, you have known my paths. Along this way, which I have been walking, they have hidden a snare for me.

4 Jeg skuer til højre og spejder, men ingen vil kendes ved mig, afskåret er mig hver Tilflugt, ingen bryder sig om min Sjæl.

I considered toward the right, and I looked, but there was no one who would know me. Flight has perished before me, and there is no one who has concern for my soul.

5 HERRE, jeg råber til dig og siger: Du er min Tilflugt, min Del i de levendes Land!

I cried out to you, O Lord. I said: You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

6 Lyt til mit Klageråb, thi jeg er såre ringe, frels mig fra dem, der forfølger mig, de er for stærke for mig;

Attend to my supplication. For I have been humbled exceedingly. Free me from my persecutors, for they have been fortified against me.

7 udfri min Sjæl af dens Fængsel, at jeg kan prise dit Navn! De retfærdige venter i Spænding på at du tager dig af mig.

Lead my soul out of confinement in order to confess your name. The just are waiting for me, until you repay me.