Salme 38
1 (En salme af David. Lehazkir.) HERRE, revs mig ej i din vrede, tugt mig ej i din Harme!
A psalm of David, for a memorial. Lord, please don't condemn me because you're angry with me; don't punish me because you're furious with me!
2 Thi dine pile sidder i mig, din Hånd har lagt sig på mig.
Your arrows have pierced me deeply, your hand has come down hard on me.
3 Intet er karskt på min Krop for din Vredes Skyld, intet uskadt i mine Ledemod for mine Synders Skyld;
Because you're so upset with me, not a single part of my body is healthy; I am completely sick because of my sins.
4 thi over mit Hoved skyller min Brøde som en tyngende Byrde, for tung for mig.
I'm drowning in guilt—the burden is too heavy to bear.
5 Mine Sår både stinker og rådner, for min Dårskabs Skyld går jeg bøjet;
My wounds are infected—they're smelling—all because of my stupidity.
6 jeg er såre nedtrykt, sorgfuld vandrer jeg Dagen lang.
I am bent over, doubled up in pain. The whole day I walk around crying my eyes out.
7 Thi Lænderne er fulde af Brand, intet er karskt på min Krop,
Inside I'm burning up with fever; no part of my body is healthy.
8 jeg er lammet og fuldkommen knust, jeg skriger i Hjertets Vånde.
I'm worn out, totally down. I groan because of the anguish I feel in my heart.
9 HERRE, du kender al min Attrå, mit Suk er ej skjult for dig;
Lord, you know what I desperately want, you hear every sigh I make.
10 mit Hjerte banker, min Kraft har svigtet, selv mit Øje har mistet sin Glans.
My heart is racing, leaving me with no strength; my eyesight is failing.
11 For min Plages Skyld flyr mig Ven og Frænde, mine Nærmeste holder sig fjert;
My loved ones and my friends don't come near me because they're afraid of what I've got. Even my family keeps me at a distance.
12 de, der vil mig til Livs, sætter Snarer, og de, der vil mig ondt, lægger Råd om Fordærv, de tænker Dagen igennem på Svig.
Those who are trying to kill me set traps for me; those who want to hurt me make threats against me, working on their deceitful schemes all day long.
13 Men jeg er som en døv, der intet hører, som en stum, der ej åbner sin Mund,
I act as if I'm deaf to what they're saying, and pretend to be dumb so I don't have to speak.
14 som en Mand, der ikke kan høre, i hvis Mund der ikke er Svar.
Like a man who can't hear, and who doesn't reply—that's me!
15 Thi til dig står mit Håb, o HERRE, du vil bønhøre, Herre min Gud,
For I'm waiting on you, Lord! You will answer for me, my Lord and my God.
16 når jeg siger: "Lad dem ikke glæde sig over mig, hovmode sig over min vaklende Fod!"
I'm asking you, Lord, please don't let my enemies gloat over me, don't let them be glad when I trip up.
17 Thi jeg står allerede for Fald, mine Smerter minder mig stadig;
For I'm about ready to collapse—the pain never stops.
18 thi jeg må bekende min Skyld må sørge over min Synd.
I do confess my sins; I am terribly sorry for what I've done.
19 Mange er de, der med Urette er mine Fjender, talrige de, der hader mig uden Grund,
I have many powerful enemies—they are very active, hating me for no reason.
20 som lønner mig godt med ondt, som står mig imod, fordi jeg søger det gode.
They pay me back evil for good; they accuse me for the good I try to do.
21 HERRE, forlad mig ikke, min Gud, hold dig ikke borte fra mig,
Don't give up on me, my Lord and my God, don't stay away from me.
22 il mig til Hjælp, o Herre, min Frelse!
Hurry, come and help me, Lord my salvation.
