Salme 41

1 (Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) Salig den Mand, der tager sig af de svage, ham frelser HERREN på Ulykkens Dag;

“To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” Happy is he that careth for the poor: on the day of evil will the Lord deliver him.

2 HERREN vogter ham, holder ham i Live, det går ham vel i Landet, han giver ham ikke i Fjendevold.

The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive; he shall be made happy on the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the revengeful desire of his enemies.

3 På Sottesengen står HERREN ham bi, hans Smertensleje gør du ham let.

The Lord will sustain him upon the bed of painful disease: thou changest all his couch in his sickness.

4 Så siger jeg da: Vær mig nådig, HERRE, helbred min Sjæl, jeg har syndet mod dig!

I said, Lord, be gracious unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

5 Mine Fjender ønsker mig ondt: "Hvornår mon han dør og hans Navn udslettes?"

My enemies speak evil of me, When will he die, and his name perish?

6 Kommer en i Besøg, så fører han hyklerisk Tale, hans Hjerte samler på ondt, og så går han bort og taler derom.

And if he come to see [me], he speaketh falsely: his heart gathereth wickedness to itself; he goeth abroad [and] speaketh it.

7 Mine Avindsmænd hvisker sammen imod mig, alle regner de med, at det går mig ilde:

Altogether whisper against me all that hate me: against me do they devise my injury.

8 "En dødelig Sot har grebet ham; han ligger der - kommer aldrig op!"

“His godless deed [say they] is poured out over him: as he lieth there he will never more rise up again.”

9 Endog min Ven, som jeg stolede på, som spiste mit Brød, har løftet Hælen imod mig.

Yea, even the man that should have sought my welfare, in whom I trusted, who eateth my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.

10 Men du, o HERRE, vær mig nådig og rejs mig, så jeg kan øve Gengæld imod dem.

But thou, O Lord, be gracious unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite it unto them.

11 Deraf kan jeg kende, at du har mig kær, at min Fjende ikke skal juble over mig.

By this do I know that thou art pleased with me, that my enemy doth not triumph over me.

12 Du holder mig oppe i Kraft af min Uskyld, lader mig stå for dit Åsyn til evig Tid.

But as for me, thou upholdest me in my integrity, and placest me before thy presence for ever.

13 Lovet være HERREN, Israels Gud, fra Evighed og til Evighed, Amen, Amen!

Blessed be the Lord the God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen. BEGIM