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.” To thee do I cry, O LORD! O my rock! be not silent to me, Lest, if thou answer me not, I become like those who go down to the pit!

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

Hear the voice of my supplication, when I cry unto thee, When I lift up my hands to thy most holy sanctuary!

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

Draw me not away with the impious, and with evil-doers, Who speak peace to their neighbors, while mischief is in their hearts!

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

Give them according to their deeds, and the wickedness of their doings; Give them according to 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 doings of the LORD, nor the work of his hands; Therefore will he destroy them, and not again build them up.

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

Praised be the LORD, 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.

The LORD is my strength and my shield; My heart trusteth in him, and he helpeth me; Therefore doth my heart exult, And in my song I will praise him.

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

Jehovah is the strength of his people; He is the protecting shield of his anointed.

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

Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance; Feed them also, and build them up for ever!