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;
Unto the end, for them that shall be changed, for the inscription of a title, to David himself, for doctrine, When he set fire to Mesopotamia of Syria and Sobal and Joab returned and slew of Edom, in the vale of the saltpits, twelve thousand men. O God, thou hast cast us off, and hast destroyed us; thou hast been angry, and hast had mercy on us.
2 du lod Landet skælve, slå Revner, læg nu dets Brist, thi det vakler!
Thou hast moved the earth, and hast troubled it: heal thou the breaches thereof, for it has been moved.
3 Du lod dit Folk friste ondt, iskænked os døvende Vin.
Thou hast shewn thy people hard things; thou hast made us drink wine of sorrow.
4 Dem, der frygter dig, gav du et Banner, hvorhen de kan fly for Buen. (Sela)
Thou hast given a warning to them that fear thee: that they may flee from before the bow: That thy beloved may be delivered.
5 Til Frelse for dine elskede hjælp med din højre, bønhør os!
Save me with thy right hand, and hear me.
6 Gud talede i sin Helligdom: "Jeg vil udskifte Sikem med jubel, udmåle Sukkots Dal;
God hath spoken in his holy place: I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem; and will mete out the vale of tabernacles.
7 mit er Gilead, mit er Manasse, Efraim er mit Hoveds Værn, Juda min Herskerstav,
Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine: and Ephraim is the strength of my head. Juda is my king:
8 Moab min Vaskeskål, på Edom kaster jeg min Sko, over Filisterland jubler jeg."
Moab is the pot of my hope. Into Edom will I stretch out my shoe: to me the foreigners are made subject.
9 Hvo bringer mig hen til den faste Stad, hvo leder mig hen til Edom?
Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom?
10 Har du ikke, Gud, stødt os fra dig? Du ledsager ej vore Hære.
Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go out with our armies?
11 Giv os dog Hjælp mod Fjenden! Blændværk er Menneskers Støtte.
Give us help from trouble: for vain is the salvation of man.
12 Med Gud skal vi øve vældige Ting, vore Fjender træder han ned!
Through God we shall do mightily: and he shall bring to nothing them that afflict us.
