Psalms 55
1 Give ear to my prayer, O God, and hide not thyself from my supplication.
Til Sangmesteren. Med Strengespil. En Maskil af David. Lyt, o Gud, til min Bøn, skjul dig ej for min Tryglen,
2 Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan,
laan mig Øre og svar mig, jeg vaander mig i Klage,
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.
jeg stønner ved Fjendernes Raab og de gudløses Skrig; thi Ulykke vælter de over mig, forfølger mig grumt;
4 My heart is greatly pained within me, and the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
Hjertet er angst i mit Bryst, Dødens Rædsler er faldet over mig.
5 Fearfulness and trembling have come upon me, and horror has overwhelmed me.
Frygt og Angst falder paa mig, Gru er over mig.
6 And I said, O that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at rest.
Jeg siger: Ak, havde jeg Vinger som Duen, da fløj jeg i Ly,
7 Lo, then I would wander far off. I would lodge in the wilderness. (Selah)
ja, langt bort vilde jeg fly og blive i Ørkenen. (Sela)
8 I would hasten myself to a shelter from the stormy wind and tempest.
Da søgte jeg skyndsomt Tilflugt for rivende Storm og Uvejr.
9 Destroy, O Lord, divide their tongue, for I have seen violence and strife in the city.
Herre, forvir og split deres Tungemaal! Thi Vold og Ufred ser jeg i Byen;
10 Day and night they go about it, upon the walls of it. Iniquity and mischief also are in the midst of it.
de gaar Rundgang Dag og Nat paa dens Mure;
11 Wickedness is in the midst of it. Oppression and deceit depart not from its streets.
Ulykke, Kvide og Vanheld raader derinde, Voldsfærd og Svig viger aldrig bort fra dens Torve.
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.
Det var ikke en Fjende, som haaned mig — det kunde bæres; min Uven ydmyged mig ej — ham kunde jeg undgaa;
13 But it was thou, a man my equal, my companion, and my familiar friend.
men du, en Mand af min Stand, en Ven og fortrolig,
14 We took sweet counsel together. We walked in the house of God with the throng.
og det skønt vi delte Samværets Sødme, vandred endrægtelig i Guds Hus.
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)
Over dem komme Død, lad dem levende synke i Dødsriget! Thi der er Ondskab i deres Bolig, i deres Indre! (Sheol h7585)
16 As for me, I will call upon God, and Jehovah will save me.
Jeg, jeg raaber til Gud, og HERREN vil frelse mig.
17 Evening, and morning, and at noonday, I will complain and moan. And he will hear my voice.
Jeg klager og stønner ved Kvæld, ved Gry og ved Middag; min Røst vil han høre
18 He has redeemed my soul in peace from the battle that was against me, for there were many by me.
og udfri min Sjæl i Fred, saa de ikke kan komme mig nær; thi mange er de imod mig.
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, som troner fra Fortids Dage, vil høre og ydmyge dem. (Sela) Thi der er ingen Forandring hos dem, og de frygter ikke for Gud.
20 He has put forth his hands against such as were at peace with him. He has profaned his covenant.
Paa Venner lagde han Haand og brød 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.
Glattere end Smør er hans Mund, men Hjertet vil Krig, blødere end Olie hans Ord, skønt 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 Byrde paa HERREN, saa sørger han for dig, den retfærdige lader han ikke i Evighed 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.
Og du, o Gud, nedstyrt dem i Gravens Dyb! Ej skal blodstænkte, svigefulde Mænd naa Hælvten af deres Dage. Men jeg, jeg stoler paa dig!
