Salme 64

1 (Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) Hør, o Gud, min røst, når jeg klager, skærm mit Liv mod den rædsomme Fjende;

For the leader. A psalm of David. Hear, O my God, the voice of my lament: guard my life from the dread of the foe.

2 skjul mig for Ugerningsmændenes Råd, for Udådsmændenes travle Hob.

Hide me from villains who secretly plot, from the blustering throng of the workers of evil,

3 der hvæsser Tungen som Sværd, lægger giftige Ord på Buen

who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and aimed bitter words like arrows,

4 for i Løn at ramme den skyldfri, ramme ham brat og uset.

which from ambush they launch at the blameless, shooting swiftly and unafraid.

5 Ihærdigt lægger de onde Råd, skryder af, at de lægger Snarer siger: "Hvem skulde se os?"

They strengthen their wicked purpose, they tell of the snares they have hidden, they say to themselves, ‘Who can see?’

6 De udtænker onde Gerninger, fuldfører en gennemtænkt Tanke - og Menneskets Indre og Hjerte er dybt.

They think out their crimes full cunningly hidden deep in their crafty hearts.

7 Da rammer Gud dem med en Pil af Slaget rammes de brat;

But God with his arrow will shoot them, swiftly shall they be smitten.

8 han styrter dem for deres Tunges Skyld. Enhver, som ser dem, ryster på Hovedet;

For their tongue he will bring them to ruin, all will shudder with horror at the sight of them.

9 alle Mennesker frygter, forkynder, hvad Gud har gjort, og fatter hans Hænders Geming;

Then every person, touched to awe, as they ponder what God has wrought, will tell the tale of his deeds.

10 de retfærdige glædes i HERREN og lider på ham, de oprigtige af Hjertet jubler til Hobe!

In the Lord shall the righteous rejoice, in him shall they take refuge; and all the true-hearted shall glory.