Salme 6
1 (Til sangmesteren. Med strengespil. Efter den ottende. En salme af David.) HERRE, revs mig ej i din Vrede, tugt mig ej i din Harme,
For the music director. To be accompanied by stringed instruments, according to the sheminith. A psalm of David. Lord, please don't condemn me because you're angry with me; please don't punish me because you're angry with me!
2 vær mig nådig Herre, jeg sygner hen, mine Ledmod skælver, læg mig, Herre!
Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am weak; heal me, Lord, for I am sick to the bone.
3 Såre skælver min Sjæl; o HERRE, hvor længe endnu?
I'm shaking all over in fear. How long will it be, Lord, before you do something?
4 Vend tilbage, HERRE, og frels min Sjæl, hjælp mig dog for din Miskundheds Skyld!
Turn, Lord, and rescue me! Save me because of your trustworthy love!
For no one remembers you when they're dead. Who is able to praise you from the grave? (Sheol h7585)
6 Jeg er så træt af at sukke; jeg væder hver Nat mit Leje, bader med Tårer min Seng;
My groaning has exhausted me. Every night I soak my bed with my crying; I drench my couch with my tears.
7 mit Øje hentæres af Sorg, sløves for alle mine Fjenders Skyld.
With all my crying I can hardly see; my eyes grow weak because of the trouble my enemies cause me.
8 Vig fra mig, alle I Udådsmænd, thi HERREN har hørt min Gråd,
Leave me alone, all you people who do evil, for the Lord has heard me crying!
9 HERREN har hørt min Tryglen, min Bøn tager HERREN imod.
The Lord has heard me calling out for help; the Lord answers my prayer.
10 Beskæmmes skal alle mine Fjender og såre forfærdes, brat skal de vige med Skam.
All who hate me will be shamefully defeated and terrified; they will run away in disgrace.
