Salme 40
1 (Til sangmesteren. Af David. En salme.) Jeg biede troligt på Herren, han bøjede sig til mig, og hørte mit Skrig.
Unto the end. A Psalm of David himself. I have waited expectantly for the Lord, and he was attentive to me.
2 Han drog mig op af den brusende Grav, af det skidne Dynd, han satte min Fod på en Klippe, gav Skridtene Fasthed,
And he heard my prayers and he led me out of the pit of misery and the quagmire. And he stationed my feet upon a rock, and he directed my steps.
3 en ny Sang lagde han i min Mund, en Lovsang til vor Gud. Mange skal se det og frygte og stole på HERREN.
And he sent a new canticle into my mouth, a song to our God. Many will see, and they will fear; and they will hope in the Lord.
4 Salig den Mand, der sætter sin Lid til HERREN, ej vender sig til hovmodige eller dem, der hælder til Løgn.
Blessed is the man whose hope is in the name of the Lord, and who has no respect for vanities and absurd falsehoods.
5 Mange Undere gjorde du, HERRE min Gud, og mange Tanker tænkte du for os; de kan ikke opregnes for dig; ellers forkyndte og fortalte jeg dem; til at tælles er de for mange.
You have accomplished your many wonders, O Lord my God, and there is no one similar to you in your thoughts. I have announced and I have spoken: they are multiplied beyond number.
6 Til Slagt- og Afgrødeoffer har du ej Lyst, du gav mig åbne Ører, Brænd- og Syndoffer kræver du ikke.
Sacrifice and oblation, you did not want. But you have perfected ears for me. Holocaust and sin offering, you did not require.
7 Da sagde jeg: "Se, jeg kommer, i Bogrullen er der givet mig Forskrift;
Then I said, “Behold, I draw near.” At the head of the book, it has been written of me:
8 at gøre din Vilje, min Gud, er min Lyst, og din Lov er i mit Indre."
that I should do your will. My God, I have willed it. And your law is in the midst of my heart.
9 I en stor Forsamling forkyndte jeg Retfærd, se, mine Læber lukked jeg ikke; HERRE, du ved det.
I have announced your justice in a great Church: behold, I will not restrain my lips. O Lord, you have known it.
10 Din Retfærd dulgte jeg ej i mit Hjerte, din Trofasthed og Frelse talte jeg Om, din Nåde og Sandhed fornægted jeg ej i en stor Forsamling.
I have not concealed your justice within my heart. I have spoken your truth and your salvation. I have not concealed your mercy and your truth from a great assembly.
11 Du, HERRE, vil ikke lukke dit Hjerte for mig, din Nåde og Sandhed skal altid være mit Værn.
O Lord, do not take your tender mercies far from me. Your mercy and your truth ever sustain me.
12 Thi Ulykker lejrer sig om mig i talløs Mængde, mine Synder har indhentet mig, så jeg ikke kan se, de er flere end Hovedets Hår, og Modet har svigtet.
For evils without number have surrounded me. My iniquities have taken hold of me, and I was not able to see. They have been multiplied beyond the hairs of my head. And my heart has forsaken me.
13 Du værdiges, HERRE, at fri mig, HERRE, il mig til Hjælp.
Be pleased, O Lord, to rescue me. Look down, O Lord, to help me.
14 Lad dem beskæmmes og rødme, som vil mig til Livs, og de, der ønsker mig ondt, lad dem vige med Skændsel;
Let them together be confounded and awed, who seek after my soul to steal it away. Let them be turned back and be in awe, who wish evils upon me.
15 Lad dem stivne af Rædsel ved deres Skam, de, som siger: "Ha, ha!" til mig!
Let them bear their confusion all at once, who say to me, “Well, well.”
16 Lad alle, som søger dig, frydes og glædes i dig; lad dem, som elsker din Frelse, bestandig sige: "HERREN er stor!"
Let all who seek you exult and rejoice over you. And let those who love your salvation always say, “May the Lord be magnified.”
17 Er jeg end arm og fattig, vil Herren dog tænke på mig. Du er min Hjælp og min Frelser; tøv ej, min Gud!
But I am a beggar and poor. The Lord has been concerned about me. You are my helper and my protector. My God, do not delay.
