Salme 55
1 (Til sangmesteren. Med strengespil. En maskil af David.) Lyt, o Gud, til min Bøn, skjul dig ej for min tryglen,
For the Leader; with string-music. Maschil of David. Give ear, O God, to my prayer; and hide not Thyself from my supplication.
2 lå mig Øre og svar mig, jeg vånder mig i Klage,
Attend unto me, and hear me; I am distraught in my complaint, and will moan;
3 jeg stønner ved Fjendernes Råb og de gudløses Skrig; thi Ulykke vælter de over mig, forfølger mig grumt;
Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked; for they cast mischief upon me, and in anger they persecute me.
4 Hjertet er angst i mit Bryst, Dødens Rædsler er faldet over mig.
My heart doth writhe within me; and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
5 Frygt og Angst falder på mig, Gru er over mig.
Fear and trembling come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.
6 Jeg siger: Ak, havde jeg Vinger som Duen, da fløj jeg i Ly,
And I said: 'Oh that I had wings like a dove! then would I fly away, and be at rest.
7 ja, langt bort vilde jeg fly og blive i Ørkenen. (Sela)
Lo, then would I wander far off, I would lodge in the wilderness. (Selah)
8 Da søgte jeg skyndsomt Tilflugt for rivende Storm og Uvejr.
I would haste me to a shelter from the stormy wind and tempest.'
9 Herre, forvir og split deres Tungemål! Thi Vold og Ufred ser jeg i Byen;
Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongue; for I have seen violence and strife in the city.
10 de går Rundgang Dag og Nat på dens Mure;
Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof; iniquity also and mischief are in the midst of it.
11 Ulykke, Kvide og Vanheld råder derinde, Voldsfærd og Svig viger aldrig bort fra dens Torve.
Wickedness is in the midst thereof; oppression and guile depart not from her broad place.
12 Det var ikke en Fjende, som hånede mig - det kunde bæres; min uven ydmygede mig ej - ham kunde jeg undgå;
For it was not an enemy that taunted me, then I could have borne it; neither was it mine adversary that did magnify himself against me, then I would have hid myself from him.
13 men du, en Mand af min Stand, en Ven og fortrolig,
But it was thou, a man mine equal, my companion, and my familiar friend;
14 og det skønt vi delte Samværets Sødme, vandrede endrægtelig i Guds Hus.
We took sweet counsel together, in the house of God we walked with the throng.
15 Over dem komme Død, lad dem levende synke i Dødsriget! Thi der er Ondskab i deres Bolig, i deres Indre! (Sheol h7585)
May He incite death against them, let them go down alive into the nether-world; for evil is in their dwelling, and within them. (Sheol h7585)
16 Jeg, jeg råber til Gud, og HERREN vil frelse mig.
As for me, I will call upon God; and the LORD shall save me.
17 Jeg klager og stønner ved Kvæld, ved Gry og ved Middag; min Røst vil han høre
Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I complain, and moan; and He hath heard my voice.
18 og udfri min Sjæl i Fred, så de ikke kan komme mig nær; thi mange er de imod mig.
He hath redeemed my soul in peace so that none came nigh me; for they were many that strove with me.
19 Gud, som troner fra Fortids Dage, vil høre og ydmyge dem. (Sela) Thi der er ingen Forandring hos dem, og de frygter ikke for Gud.
God shall hear, and humble them, even He that is enthroned of old, (Selah) such as have no changes, and fear not God.
20 På Venner lagde han Hånd og brød sin Pagt.
He hath put forth his hands against them that were at peace with him; he hath profaned his covenant.
21 Glattere end Smør er hans Mund, men Hjertet vil Krig, blødere end Olie hans Ord, skønt dragne Sværd.
Smoother than cream were the speeches of his mouth, but his heart was war; his words were softer than oil, yet were they keen-edged swords.
22 Kast din Byrde på HERREN, så sørger han for dig, den retfærdige lader han ikke i Evighed rokkes.
Cast thy burden upon the LORD, and He will sustain thee; He will never suffer the righteous to be moved.
23 Og du, o Gud, nedstyrt dem i Gravens Dyb! Ej skal blodstænkte, svigefulde Mænd nå Hælvten af deres Dage. Men jeg, jeg stoler på dig!
But Thou, O God, wilt bring them down into the nethermost pit; men of blood and deceit shall not live out half their days; but as for me, I will trust in Thee.
