Salme 17
1 (En bøn af David.) HERRE, hør en retfærdig Sag, lyt til min Klage lån Øre til Bøn fra svigløse Læber!
[A Prayer by David.] Hear, LORD, my righteous plea; Give ear to my prayer, that doesn't go out of deceitful lips.
2 Fra dig skal min Ret udgå, thi hvad ret er, ser dine Øjne.
Let my sentence come forth from your presence. Let your eyes look on equity.
3 Prøv mit Hjerte, se efter om Natten, ransag mig, du finder ej Svig hos mig.
You have proved my heart. You have visited me in the night. You have tried me, and found nothing. I have resolved that my mouth shall not disobey.
4 Ej synded min Mund, hvad end Mennesker gjorde; ved dine Læbers Ord vogted jeg mig for Voldsmænds Veje;
As for the works of men, by the word of your lips, I have kept myself from the ways of the violent.
5 mine Skridt har holdt dine Spor, jeg vaklede ej på min Gang.
My steps have held fast to your paths. My feet have not slipped.
6 Jeg råber til dig, thi du svarer mig, Gud, bøj Øret til mig, hør på mit Ord!
I have called on you, for you will answer me, God. Turn your ear to me. Hear my speech.
7 Vis, dig underfuldt nådig, du Frelser for dem, der tyr til din højre for Fjender!
Show your marvelous loving kindness, you who save those who take refuge by your right hand from their enemies.
8 Vogt mig som Øjestenen, skjul mig i dine Vingers Skygge
Keep me as the apple of your eye. Hide me under the shadow of your wings,
9 for gudløse, der øver Vold imod mig, glubske Fjender, som omringer mig;
from the wicked who oppress me, my deadly enemies, who surround me.
10 de har lukket deres Hjerte med Fedt, deres Mund fører Hovmodstale.
They close up their callous hearts. With their mouth they speak proudly.
11 De omringer os, overalt hvor vi går, de sigter på at slå os til Jorden.
They have tracked me down; suddenly they surround me. They watch closely, crouching down to the ground.
12 De er som den rovgridske Løve, den unge Løve, der ligger på Lur.
He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
13 Rejs dig, HERRE, træd ham i Møde, kast ham til Jorden, fri med dit Sværd min Sjæl fra den gudløses Vold,
Arise, LORD, confront him. Cast him down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by your sword;
14 fra Mændene, HERRE, med din Hånd, fra dødelige Mænd - lad dem få deres Del i levende Live! Fyld deres Bug med dit Forråd af Vrede, lad Børnene mættes dermed og efterlade deres Børn, hvad de levner!
from men with your hand, LORD, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life. You fill their womb with treasure. They are satisfied with children, and they leave their wealth to their little ones.
15 Men jeg skal i Retfærd skue dit Åsyn, mættes ved din Skikkelse, når jeg vågner.
As for me, I shall see your face in righteousness. I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with seeing your form.
