Salme 60

1 (Til sangmesteren. Al-sjusjan-edut. En miktam af David til til indøvelse, dengang han kæmpede med Aram-Naharajim og Aram-Zoba, og Joab vendte tilbage og slog edomitterne i Saltdalen, 12000 mand.) Gud, du har stødt os fra dig, nedbrudt os, du vredes - vend dig til os igen;

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lily of the Covenant.” A Miktam of David for instruction. When he fought Aram-naharaim and Aram-zobah, and Joab returned and struck down 12,000 Edomites in the Valley of Salt. You have rejected us, O God; You have broken us; You have been angry; restore us!

2 du lod Landet skælve, slå Revner, læg nu dets Brist, thi det vakler!

You have shaken the land and torn it open. Heal its fractures, for it is quaking.

3 Du lod dit Folk friste ondt, iskænked os døvende Vin.

You have shown Your people hardship; we are staggered from the wine You made us drink.

4 Dem, der frygter dig, gav du et Banner, hvorhen de kan fly for Buen. (Sela)

You have raised a banner for those who fear You, that they may flee the bow.

5 Til Frelse for dine elskede hjælp med din højre, bønhør os!

Respond and save us with Your right hand, that Your beloved may be delivered.

6 Gud talede i sin Helligdom: "Jeg vil udskifte Sikem med jubel, udmåle Sukkots Dal;

God has spoken from His sanctuary: “I will triumph! I will parcel out Shechem and apportion the Valley of Succoth.

7 mit er Gilead, mit er Manasse, Efraim er mit Hoveds Værn, Juda min Herskerstav,

Gilead is Mine, and Manasseh is Mine; Ephraim is My helmet, Judah is My scepter.

8 Moab min Vaskeskål, på Edom kaster jeg min Sko, over Filisterland jubler jeg."

Moab is My washbasin; upon Edom I toss My sandal; over Philistia I shout in triumph.”

9 Hvo bringer mig hen til den faste Stad, hvo leder mig hen til Edom?

Who will bring me to the fortified city? Who will lead me to Edom?

10 Har du ikke, Gud, stødt os fra dig? Du ledsager ej vore Hære.

Have You not rejected us, O God? Will You no longer march out, O God, with our armies?

11 Giv os dog Hjælp mod Fjenden! Blændværk er Menneskers Støtte.

Give us aid against the enemy, for the help of man is worthless.

12 Med Gud skal vi øve vældige Ting, vore Fjender træder han ned!

With God we will perform with valor, and He will trample our enemies.