Salme 22
1 (Til sangmesteren. Efter "morgenrødens hind". En salme af David.) Min Gud, min Gud, hvorfor har du forladt mig? Mit Skrig til Trods er Frelsen mig fjern.
For the end, concerning the morning aid, a Psalm of David. O God, my God, attend to me: why have you forsaken me? the account of my transgressions is far from my salvation.
2 Min Gud, jeg råber om Dagen, du svarer ikke, om Natten, men finder ej Hvile.
O my God, I will cry to you by day, but you will not hear: and by night, and [it shall] not [be accounted] for folly to me.
3 Og dog er du den hellige, som troner på Israels Lovsange.
But you, the praise of Israel, dwell in a sanctuary.
4 På dig forlod vore Fædre sig, forlod sig, og du friede dem;
Our fathers hoped in you; they hoped, and you did deliver them.
5 de råbte til dig og frelstes, forlod sig på dig og blev ikke til Skamme.
They cried to you, and were saved: they hoped in you, and were not ashamed.
6 Men jeg er en Orm og ikke en Mand, til Spot for Mennesker, Folk til Spe;
But I am a worm, and not a man; a reproach of men, and scorn of the people.
7 alle, der ser mig, håner mig, vrænger Mund og ryster på Hovedet:
All that saw me mocked me: they spoke with [their] lips, they shook the head, [saying],
8 "Han har væltet sin Sag på HERREN; han fri ham og frelse ham, han har jo Velbehag i ham."
He hoped in the Lord: let him deliver him, let him save him, because he takes pleasure in him.
9 Ja, du drog mig af Moders Liv, lod mig hvile trygt ved min Moders Bryst;
For you are he that drew me out of the womb; my hope from my mother's breasts.
10 på dig blev jeg kastet fra Moders Skød, fra Moders Liv var du min Gud.
I was cast on you from the womb: you are my God from my mother's belly.
11 Vær mig ikke fjern, thi Trængslen er nær, og ingen er der, som hjælper!
Stand not aloof from me; for affliction is near; for there is no helper.
12 Stærke Tyre står omkring mig, Basans vældige omringer mig,
Many bullocks have compassed me: fat bulls have beset me round.
13 spiler Gabet op imod mig som rovgridske, brølende Løver.
They have opened their mouth against me, as a ravening and roaring lion.
14 Jeg er som Vand, der er udgydt, alle mine Knogler skilles, mit Hjerte er blevet som Voks, det smelter i Livet på mig;
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are loosened: my heart in the midst of my belly is become like melting wax.
15 min Gane er tør som et Potteskår til Gummerne klæber min Tunge, du lægger mig ned i Dødens Støv.
My strength is dried up, like a potsherd; and my tongue is glued to my throat; and you have brought me down to the dust of death.
16 Thi Hunde står omkring mig, onde i Flok omringer mig, de har gennemboret mine Hænder og Fødder,
For many dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked doers has beset me round: they pierced my hands and my feet.
17 jeg kan tælle alle mine Ben; med Skadefryd ser de på mig.
They counted all my bones; and they observed and looked upon me.
18 Mine Klæder deler de mellem sig, om Kjortelen kaster de Lod.
They parted my garments [amongst] themselves, and cast lots upon my raiment.
19 Men du, o HERRE, vær ikke fjern, min Redning, il mig til Hjælp!
But you, O Lord, remove not my help afar off: be ready for mine aid.
20 Udfri min Sjæl fra Sværdet, min eneste af Hundes Vold!
Deliver my soul from the sword; my only-begotten one from the power of the dog.
21 Frels mig fra Løvens Gab, fra Vildoksens Horn! Du har bønhørt mig.
Save me from the lion's mouth; and [regard] my lowliness from the horns of the unicorns.
22 Dit Navn vil jeg kundgøre for mine Brødre, prise dig midt i Forsamlingen:
I will declare your name to my brethren: in the midst of the church will I sing praise to you.
23 "I, som frygter HERREN, pris ham, ær ham; al Jakobs Æt, bæv for ham, al Israels Æt!
You that fear the Lord, praise him; all you seed of Jacob, glorify him: let all the seed of Israel fear him.
24 Thi han foragtede ikke, forsmåede ikke den armes Råb, skjulte ikke sit Åsyn for ham, men hørte, da han råbte til ham!"
For he has not despised nor been angry at the supplication of the poor; nor turned away his face from me; but when I cried to him, he heard me.
25 Jeg vil synge din Pris i en stor Forsamling, indfri mine Løfter iblandt de fromme;
My praise is of you in the great congregation: I will pay my vows before them that fear him.
26 de ydmyge skal spise og mættes; hvo HERREN søger, skal prise ham; deres Hjerte leve for evigt!
The poor shall eat and be satisfied; and they shall praise the Lord that seek him: their heart shall live for ever.
27 Den vide Jord skal mærke sig det og omvende sig til HERREN, og alle Folkenes Slægter skal tilbede for hans Åsyn;
All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to the Lord: and all the kindred of the nations shall worship before him.
28 thi HERRENs er Riget, han er Folkenes Hersker.
For the kingdom is the Lord's; and he is the governor of the nations.
29 De skal tilbede ham alene, alle Jordens mægtige; de skal bøje sig for hans Åsyn, alle, der nedsteg i Støvet og ikke holdt deres Sjæl i Live.
All the fat ones of the earth have eaten and worshipped: all that go down to the earth shall fall down before him: my soul also lives to him.
30 Ham skal Efterkommeme tjene; om HERREN skal tales til Slægten, der kommer;
And my seed shall serve him: the generation that is coming shall be reported to the Lord.
31 de skal forkynde et Folk, der fødes, hans Retfærd. Thi han greb ind.
And they shall report his righteousness to the people that shall be born, whom the Lord has made.
