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,

An Instructive Psalm of David. When he was in the Cave. A Prayer. With my voice—to Yahweh, make I outcry, With my voice—to Yahweh, make I supplication:

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

I pour out before him my complaint, My distress—before him, I tell.

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

When my spirit fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path, —In the course which I was about to take, they had 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.

Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, —Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.

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

I have made outcry unto thee, O Yahweh, —I have said, Thou, art my refuge, 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 thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low, —Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.

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.

O bring forth, out of prison, my soul, That I may give thanks unto thy Name, —About me, let the righteous gather round, for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.