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;

To the chief music-maker; put to Shushan-eduth. Michtam. Of David. For teaching. When he was fighting against Aram-naharaim and Aramzobah, when Joab came back, and put twelve thousand of the Edomites to death, in the Valley of Salt. God, you have put us away from you, you have sent us in all directions, you have been angry; O be turned to us again.

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

By the power of your hand the earth is shaking and broken; make it strong again, for it is moved.

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

You have made the people see hard times; you have given us the wine of shaking for our drink.

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

Give a safe place to those who have fear of you, where they may go in flight from before the bow. (Selah)

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

So that your loved ones may be made safe, let your right hand be my salvation, and give me an answer.

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

God has said in his holy place, I will be glad: I will make a division of Shechem, and the valley of Succoth will be measured out.

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

Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine; and Ephraim is the strength of my head; Judah is my law-giver;

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

Moab is my washpot; over Edom will I put out my shoe; over Philistia will a glad cry be sounded.

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

Who will take me into the strong town? who will be my guide into Edom?

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

Have not you put us away, O God? and you have not gone out with our armies.

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

Give us help in our trouble; for there is no help in man.

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

Through God we will do great things, for through him our haters will be crushed under our feet.