Salme 44
1 (Til sangmesteren. Af Koras sønner. En maskil.) Gud, vi har hørt det med egne ører, vore Fædre har fortalt os derom; du øved en Dåd i deres Dage, i Fortids Dage med din Hånd;
For the Chief Musician. By the sons of Korah. A contemplative psalm. We have heard with our ears, God; our fathers have told us what work you did in their days, in the days of old.
2 Folk drev du bort, men plantede hine, Folkeslag knuste du, men dem lod du brede sig;
You drove out the nations with your hand, but you planted them. You afflicted the peoples, but you spread them abroad.
3 thi de fik ej Landet i Eje med Sværdet, det var ej deres Arm, der gav dem Sejr, men det var din højre, din Arm og dit Ansigts Lys, thi du havde dem kær.
For they did not get the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them; but your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, because you were favorable to them.
4 Du, du er min Konge, min Gud, som sender Jakob Sejr.
God, you are my King. Command victories for Jacob!
5 Ved dig nedstøder vi Fjenden, Modstanderne træder vi ned i dit Navn;
Through you, we will push down our adversaries. Through your name, we will tread down those who rise up against us.
6 thi ej på min Bue stoler jeg, mit Sværd kan ikke give mig Sejr;
For I will not trust in my bow, neither will my sword save me.
7 men du gav os Sejr over Fjenden, du lod vore Avindsmænd blive til Skamme.
But you have saved us from our adversaries, and have shamed those who hate us.
8 Vi roser os altid af Gud, dit Navn vil vi love for evigt. (Sela)
In God we have made our boast all day long. We will give thanks to your name forever. (Selah)
9 Dog har du forstødt os, gjort os til Spot, du drager ej med vore Hære;
But now you rejected us, and brought us to dishonor, and do not go out with our armies.
10 du lader os vige for Fjenden, vore Avindsmænd tager sig Bytte;
You make us turn back from the adversary. Those who hate us take plunder for themselves.
11 du har givet os hen som Slagtekvæg, og strøet os ud mellem Folkene,
You have made us like sheep for food, and have scattered us among the nations.
12 dit Folk har du solgt til Spotpris, vandt ikke Rigdom ved Salget.
You sell your people for nothing, and have gained nothing from their sale.
13 Til Hån for Naboer gør du os, til Spot og Spe for Grander,
You make us a reproach to our neighbors, a scoffing and a derision to those who are around us.
14 du gør os til Mundheld blandt Folkene, lader Folkeslagene ryste på Hovedet ad os.
You make us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the peoples.
15 Min Skændsel er mig altid i Tanke, og Skam bedækker mit Åsyn
All day long my dishonor is before me, and shame covers my face,
16 for spottende, hånende Tale, for Fjendens og den hævngerriges Blikke.
at the taunt of one who reproaches and verbally abuses, because of the enemy and the avenger.
17 Alt det kom over os, skønt vi glemte dig ikke, sveg ikke heller din Pagt!
All this has come on us, yet we have not forgotten you. We have not been false to your covenant.
18 Vort Hjerte veg ikke fra dig, vore Skridt forlod ej din Vej.
Our heart has not turned back, neither have our steps strayed from your path,
19 Dog knuste du os, hvor Sjakalerne bor, og indhylled os i Mørke.
though you have crushed us in the haunt of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of death.
20 Havde vi glemt vor Guds Navn, bredt Hænderne ud mod en fremmed Gud,
If we have forgotten the name of our God, or spread out our hands to a strange god,
21 vilde Gud ej opspore det? Han kender jo Hjerternes Løn dom
will not God search this out? For he knows the secrets of the heart.
22 nej, for din Skyld dræbes vi Dagen lang og regnes som Slagtekvæg!
Yes, for your sake we are killed all day long. We are regarded as sheep for the slaughter.
23 Vågn op, hvi sover du, Herre? Bliv vågen, forstød ej for stedse!
Wake up! Why do you sleep, Lord? Arise! Do not reject us forever.
24 Hvorfor vil du skjule dit Åsyn, glemme vor Nød og Trængsel?
Why do you hide your face, and forget our affliction and our oppression?
25 Thi vor Sjæl ligger bøjet i Støvet, vort Legeme klæber ved Jorden.
For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our body clings to the earth.
26 Stå op og kom os til Hjælp, forløs os for din Miskundheds Skyld!
Rise up to help us. Redeem us for your loving kindness’ sake.
