Psalms 55
1 Give ear to my prayer, O God, and hide not thyself from my supplication.
Til Sangmesteren; med Strengeleg; en Undervisning af David. Gud! vend Øren til min Bøn og skjul dig ikke for min ydmyge Begæring.
2 Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan,
Giv Agt paa mig og bønhør mig; jeg vil overlade mig til min Klage og hyle
3 because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked. For they cast iniquity upon me, and in anger they persecute me.
over Fjendens Røst, over den ugudeliges Undertrykkelse; thi de vælte Uret paa mig og hade mig i Vrede.
4 My heart is greatly pained within me, and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
Mit Hjerte er bange inden i mig, og Dødens Rædsler ere faldne paa mig.
5 Fearfulness and trembling have come upon me, and horror has overwhelmed me.
Frygt og Bæven kom over mig, og Gru lægger sig over mig.
6 And I said, O that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at rest.
Og jeg sagde: Gid jeg havde Vinger som en Due, da vilde jeg flyve bort og fæste Bo.
7 Lo, then I would wander far off. I would lodge in the wilderness. (Selah)
Se, jeg vilde flygte langt bort; jeg vilde blive Natten over i Ørken. (Sela)
8 I would hasten myself to a shelter from the stormy wind and tempest.
Jeg vilde haste til et Tilflugtssted for mig, fra Hvirvelvinden og Stormen.
9 Destroy, O Lord, divide their tongue, for I have seen violence and strife in the city.
Herre! opslug dem, gør deres Tunger uens; thi jeg har set Vold og Trætte i Staden.
10 Day and night they go about it, upon the walls of it. Iniquity and mischief also are in the midst of it.
Dag og Nat omringe de den paa dens Mure, og Uret og Møje er inden i den.
11 Wickedness is in the midst of it. Oppression and deceit depart not from its streets.
Ondskab hersker inden i den, og Bedrageri og Svig vige ikke fra dens Gade.
12 For it was not an enemy who reproached me. Then I could have borne it. Neither was it he who hated me that magnified himself against me. Then I would have hid myself from him.
Thi det er ikke en Fjende, som forhaaner mig, ellers maatte jeg bære det; det er ikke min Avindsmand, som gør sig stor over mig, ellers kunde jeg skjule mig for ham;
13 But it was thou, a man my equal, my companion, and my familiar friend.
men det er dig, et Menneske, som var min Jævnlige, min Ven og min Kynding,
14 We took sweet counsel together. We walked in the house of God with the throng.
vi, som venligt holdt Raad sammen, som vandrede i Guds Hus iblandt Skaren.
15 Let death come suddenly upon them. Let them go down alive into Sheol. For wickedness is in their dwelling, in the midst of them. (Sheol h7585)
Døden føre Forglemmelse over dem! lad dem fare levende ned i Dødsriget; thi der er Ondskab i deres Boliger, i deres Inderste. (Sheol h7585)
16 As for me, I will call upon God, and Jehovah will save me.
Jeg vil raabe til Gud, og Herren skal frelse mig.
17 Evening, and morning, and at noonday, I will complain and moan. And he will hear my voice.
Jeg vil klage og hyle Aften og Morgen og Middag, og han vil høre min Røst.
18 He has redeemed my soul in peace from the battle that was against me, for there were many by me.
Han har forløst min Sjæl i Fred fra Striden imod mig; thi de vare i Mængde mig imod.
19 God will hear, and respond to them, (even he who abides of old), (Selah) men who have no changes, and who fear not God.
Gud skal høre og svare dem, han, der bliver evindelig (Sela) efterdi der ingen Forandring er hos dem, og de ikke frygte Gud.
20 He has put forth his hands against such as were at peace with him. He has profaned his covenant.
Han har lagt Haand paa dem, som havde Fred med ham; han har vanhelliget sin Pagt.
21 His mouth was smooth as butter, but his heart was war. His words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.
Hans Munds Ord ere glatte som Smør; men der er Strid i hans Hjerte; hans Ord ere blødere end Olie, og dog ere de dragne Sværd.
22 (Cast thy burden upon Jehovah, and he will sustain thee. He will never allow the righteous man to be moved.)
Kast din Sag paa Herren, og han skal forsørge dig; han skal ikke evindelig tilstede, at den retfærdige rokkes.
23 But thou, O God, will bring them down into the pit of destruction. Bloodthirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days, but I will trust in thee.
Men du, Gud! du skal støde dem ned i Gravens Dyb; blodgerrige og falske Mænd skulle ikke naa deres Dages halve Tal; men jeg vil forlade mig paa dig.
