Salme 28

1 (Af David.) Jeg råber til dig, o Herre, min Klippe, vær ikke tavs imod mig, at jeg ej, når du tier, skal blive som de, der synker i Graven.

[A Psalm] of David. Unto thee, Jehovah, do I call; my rock, be not silent unto me, lest, [if] thou keep silence toward me, I become like them that go down into the pit.

2 Hør min tryglende Røst, når jeg råber til dig, løfter Hænderne op mod dit hellige Tempel.

Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands toward the oracle of thy holiness.

3 Riv mig ej bort med gudløse, Udådsmænd, som har ondt i Sinde mod Næsten trods venlige Ord.

Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, who speak peace to their neighbours, and mischief is in their heart.

4 Løn dem for deres Idræt og onde Gerninger; løn dem for deres Hænders Værk, gengæld dem efter Fortjeneste!

Give them according to their doing, and according to the wickedness of their deeds; give them after the work of their hands, render to them their desert.

5 Thi HERRENs Gerning ænser de ikke, ej heller hans Hænders Værk. Han nedbryde dem og opbygge dem ej!

For they regard not the deeds of Jehovah, nor the work of his hands: he will destroy them, and not build them up.

6 Lovet være HERREN, thi han har hørt min tryglende Røst;

Blessed be Jehovah, for he hath heard the voice of my supplications.

7 min Styrke, mit Skjold er HERREN, mit Hjerte stoler på ham. Jeg fik Hjælp, mit Hjerte jubler, jeg takker ham med min Sang.

Jehovah is my strength and my shield; my heart confided in him, and I was helped: therefore my heart exulteth, and with my song will I praise him.

8 HERREN er Værn for sit Folk, sin Salvedes Tilflugt og Frelse.

Jehovah is their strength; and he is the stronghold of salvation to his anointed one.

9 Frels dit Folk og velsign din Arv, røgt dem og bær dem til evig Tid!

Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance; and feed them, and lift them up for ever.