< 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 chief musician; set to Shushan Eduth. A michtam of David, for teaching. When he fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Joab returned and killed twelve thousand Edomites in the Valley of Salt. God, you have cast us off; you have broken through our defenses; you have been angry; restore us again.
2 du lod Landet skælve, slå Revner, læg nu dets Brist, thi det vakler!
You have made the land tremble; you have torn it apart; heal its fissures, for it is shaking.
3 Du lod dit Folk friste ondt, iskænked os døvende Vin.
You have made your people see difficult things; you have made us drink the wine of staggering.
4 Dem, der frygter dig, gav du et Banner, hvorhen de kan fly for Buen. (Sela)
For those who honor you, you have set up a banner to be displayed against those who carry the bow. (Selah)
5 Til Frelse for dine elskede hjælp med din højre, bønhør os!
So that those you love may be rescued, rescue us with your right hand and answer me.
6 Gud talede i sin Helligdom: "Jeg vil udskifte Sikem med jubel, udmåle Sukkots Dal;
God has spoken in his holiness, “I will rejoice; I will divide Shechem and apportion out 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 also 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; over Edom I will throw my shoe; I will shout in triumph because of Philistia.”
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 to Edom?
10 Har du ikke, Gud, stødt os fra dig? Du ledsager ej vore Hære.
But you, God, have you not rejected us? You do not go into battle with our army.
11 Giv os dog Hjælp mod Fjenden! Blændværk er Menneskers Støtte.
Give us help against the enemy, for man's help is futile.
12 Med Gud skal vi øve vældige Ting, vore Fjender træder han ned!
We will triumph with God's help; he will trample down our enemies.

< Salme 60 >