Psalms 17
1 Hear the right, O Jehovah, attend to my cry. Give ear to my prayer, that goes not out of feigned lips.
En Bøn af David. Herre! hør Retfærdighed, giv Agt paa mit Raab, vend Øren til min Bøn, som ikke sker med svigefulde Læber.
2 Let my justice come forth from thy presence. Let thine eyes look upon equity.
Lad min Ret udgaa fra dit Ansigt; lad dine Øjne beskue Retskaffenhed.
3 Thou have proved my heart. Thou have visited me in the night. Thou have tried me, and find nothing. I have purposed that my mouth shall not transgress.
Du prøvede mit Hjerte, du besøgte det om Natten, du smeltede mig: Du fandt intet; jeg tænkte, min Mund skal ikke overtræde.
4 As for the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept from the ways of a violent man.
Med Hensyn paa Menneskenes Gerninger, da har jeg vogtet mig for Røveres Stier efter dine Læbers Ord.
5 My steps have held fast to thy paths. My feet have not slipped.
Mine Skridt holdt sig paa dine Veje, mine Trin rokkedes ikke.
6 I have called upon thee, for thou will answer me, O God. Incline thine ear to me, and hear my speech.
Jeg raaber til dig; thi du, Gud! bønhører mig; bøj dit Øre til mig, hør min Tale!
7 Show thy marvelous loving kindness, O thou who saves by thy right hand those who take refuge from those who rise up.
Bevis din underfulde Miskundhed, du, som med din højre Haand frelser dem, som tro, fra Modstanderne.
8 Keep me as the apple of the eye. Hide me under the shadow of thy wings,
Bevar mig som Øjestenen, Øjets Datter, skjul mig under dine Vingers Skygge
9 from the wicked who oppress me, my deadly enemies, who encompass me around.
for de ugudeliges Ansigt, som ødelægge mig, for min Sjæls Fjender, som omringe mig.
10 They are enclosed in their own fat. With their mouth they speak proudly.
De lukke deres Hjerte til, de tale med deres Mund af Hovmod.
11 They have now encompassed us in our steps. They set their eyes to cast down to the earth.
Hvor vi gaa, have de nu omringet os; deres Øjemed er, at vi maa glide paa Jorden.
12 He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, and as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
Han er lig en Løve, der higer efter Rov, og lig en ung Løve, der sidder i Skjul.
13 Arise, O Jehovah, confront him. Cast him down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by thy sword,
Herre! staa op, forekom ham, bøj ham; frels min Sjæl fra den ugudelige ved dit Sværd,
14 from men by thy hand, O Jehovah, from men of the world whose portion is in this life, and whose belly thou fill with thy treasure. They are satisfied with sons, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes.
fra Folk ved din Haand; Herre! fra Verdens Folk, som have deres Del i Livet, øg hvis Bug du fylder med dine Skatte; deres Børn mættes, og det, som de have tilovers, efterlade de til deres spæde Børn.
15 As for me, I shall behold thy face in righteousness. I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy form.
Men jeg skal beskue dit Ansigt i Retfærdighed; jeg skal mættes ved din Skikkelse, naar jeg opvaagner.
