Salme 61

1 (Til sangmesteren. Til strengespil. Af David.) Hør, o Gud, på mit råb og lyt til min bøn!

To the chief music-maker. On a corded instrument. Of David. Let my cry come to you, O God; let your ears be open to my prayer.

2 Fra Jordens Ende råber jeg til dig. Når mit Hjerte vansmægter, løft mig da op på en Klippe,

From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me.

3 led mig, thi du er min Tilflugt, et mægtigt Tårn til Værn imod Fjenden.

For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me.

4 Lad mig evigt bo som Gæst i dit Telt, finde Tilflugt i dine Vingers Skjul! (Sela)

I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah)

5 Ja du, o Gud, har hørt mine Løfter, opfyldt deres Ønsker, der frygter dit Navn.

For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name.

6 Til Kongens Dage lægger du Dage, hans År skal være fra Slægt til Slægt.

You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations.

7 Han skal trone evigt for Guds Åsyn; send Nåde og Sandhed til at bevare ham!

May the seat of his authority be before God for ever; may mercy and righteousness keep him safe.

8 Da vil jeg evigt love dit Navn og således Dag efter Dag indfri mine Løfter.

So will I make songs in praise of your name for ever, giving to God that which is right day by day.