Psalms 4
1 To the chief music-maker on corded instruments. A Psalm. Of David. Give answer to my cry, O God of my righteousness; make me free from my troubles; have mercy on me, and give ear to my prayer.
Til Sangmesteren. Med Strengespil. En Salme af David.
2 O you sons of men, how long will you go on turning my glory into shame? how long will you give your love to foolish things, going after what is false? (Selah)
Svar, naar jeg raaber, min Retfærds Gud! I Trængsel skaffede du mig Rum. Vær naadig og hør min Bøn!
3 See how the Lord has made great his mercy for me; the Lord will give ear to my cry.
Hvor længe, I Mænd, skal min Ære skændes? Hvor længe vil I elske Tomhed, søge Løgn? (Sela)
4 Let there be fear in your hearts, and do no sin; have bitter feelings on your bed, but make no sound. (Selah)
Vid dog, at HERREN er mig underfuldt god; naar jeg paakalder HERREN, hører han mig.
5 Give the offerings of righteousness, and put your faith in the Lord.
Vredes kun, men forsynd eder ikke, tænk efter paa eders Leje og ti! (Sela)
6 There are numbers who say, Who will do us any good? the light of his face has gone from us.
Bring rette Ofre og stol paa HERREN!
7 Lord, you have put joy in my heart, more than they have when their grain and their wine are increased.
Mange siger: »Hvo bringer os Lykke?« Opløft paa os dit Aasyns Lys!
8 I will take my rest on my bed in peace, because you only, Lord, keep me safe.
HERRE, du skænked mit Hjerte en Glæde, større end deres, da Korn og Most flød over. I Fred gaar jeg til Hvile og slumrer straks, thi, HERRE, du lader mig bo alene i Tryghed.
