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 Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. LORD, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.
2 vær mig nådig Herre, jeg sygner hen, mine Ledmod skælver, læg mig, Herre!
Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am faint. LORD, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
3 Såre skælver min Sjæl; o HERRE, hvor længe endnu?
My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD—how long?
4 Vend tilbage, HERRE, og frels min Sjæl, hjælp mig dog for din Miskundheds Skyld!
Return, LORD. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.
For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks? (Sheol h7585)
6 Jeg er så træt af at sukke; jeg væder hver Nat mit Leje, bader med Tårer min Seng;
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.
7 mit Øje hentæres af Sorg, sløves for alle mine Fjenders Skyld.
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
8 Vig fra mig, alle I Udådsmænd, thi HERREN har hørt min Gråd,
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.
9 HERREN har hørt min Tryglen, min Bøn tager HERREN imod.
The LORD has heard my supplication. The LORD accepts my prayer.
10 Beskæmmes skal alle mine Fjender og såre forfærdes, brat skal de vige med Skam.
May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.
