Salme 64

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

To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice, in my (meditation) From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life,

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

Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

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

Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow — a bitter word.

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

To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.

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

They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, 'Who doth look at it?'

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

They search out perverse things, 'We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart [are] deep.

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

And God doth shoot them [with] an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,

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

And they cause him to stumble, Against them [is] their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.

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

And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely.

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

The righteous doth rejoice in Jehovah, And hath trusted in Him, And boast themselves do all the upright of heart!