Psalms 60
1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lily of the Covenant.” A Miktam of David for instruction. When he fought Aram-naharaim and Aram-zobah, and Joab returned and struck down 12,000 Edomites in the Valley of Salt. You have rejected us, O God; You have broken us; You have been angry; restore us!
Til Sangmesteren. Al-sjusjan-edut. En Miktam af David til Indøvelse,
2 You have shaken the land and torn it open. Heal its fractures, for it is quaking.
dengang han kæmpede med Aram-Naharajim og Aram-Zoba, og Joab vendte tilbage og slog Edomiterne i Saltdalen, 12 000 Mand.
3 You have shown Your people hardship; we are staggered from the wine You made us drink.
Gud, du har stødt os fra dig, nedbrudt os, du vrededes — vend dig til os igen;
4 You have raised a banner for those who fear You, that they may flee the bow.
du lod Landet skælve, slaa Revner, læg nu dets Brist, thi det vakler!
5 Respond and save us with Your right hand, that Your beloved may be delivered.
Du lod dit Folk friste ondt, iskænked os døvende Vin.
6 God has spoken from His sanctuary: “I will triumph! I will parcel out Shechem and apportion the Valley of Succoth.
Dem, der frygter dig, gav du et Banner, hvorhen de kan fly for Buen. (Sela)
7 Gilead is Mine, and Manasseh is Mine; Ephraim is My helmet, Judah is My scepter.
Til Frelse for dine elskede hjælp med din højre, bønhør os!
8 Moab is My washbasin; upon Edom I toss My sandal; over Philistia I shout in triumph.”
Gud talede i sin Helligdom: »Jeg vil udskifte Sikem med Jubel, udmaale Sukkots Dal;
9 Who will bring me to the fortified city? Who will lead me to Edom?
mit er Gilead, mit er Manasse, Efraim er mit Hoveds Værn, Juda min Herskerstav,
10 Have You not rejected us, O God? Will You no longer march out, O God, with our armies?
Moab min Vaskeskaal, paa Edom kaster jeg min Sko, over Filisterland jubler jeg.«
11 Give us aid against the enemy, for the help of man is worthless.
Hvo bringer mig hen til den faste Stad, hvo leder mig hen til Edom?
12 With God we will perform with valor, and He will trample our enemies.
Har du ikke, Gud, stødt os fra dig? Du ledsager ej vore Hære. Giv os dog Hjælp mod Fjenden! Blændværk er Menneskers Støtte. Med Gud skal vi øve vældige Ting, vore Fjender træder han ned!
