Psalms 88
1 A song of a Psalm for the sons of Core for the end, upon Maeleth for responsive [strains], of instruction for Aeman the Israelite. O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried by day and in the night before you.
(En Sang. En Salme af Koras Sønner. Til Sangmesteren. Al-mahalat-leannot. En Maskil af Ezraitten Heman.) HERRE min Gud, jeg råber om dagen, om Natten når mit Skrig til dig;
2 Let my prayer come in before you; incline your ear to my supplication, O Lord.
lad min Bøn komme frem for dit Åsyn, til mit Klageråb låne du Øre!
Thi min Sjæl er mæt af Lidelser, mit Liv er Dødsriget nær, (Sheol h7585)
4 I have been reckoned with them that go down to the pit; I became as a man without help;
jeg regnes blandt dem, der sank i Graven, er blevet som den, det er ude med,
5 free amongst the dead, as the slain ones cast out, who sleep in the tomb; whom you remember no more; and they are rejected from your hand.
kastet hen imellem de døde, blandt faldne, der hviler i Graven, hvem du ej mindes mere, thi fra din Hånd er de revet.
6 They laid me in the lowest pit, in dark [places], and in the shadow of death.
Du har lagt mig i den underste Grube, på det mørke, det dybe Sted;
7 Your wrath has pressed heavily upon me, and you have brought upon me all your billows. (Pause)
tungt hviler din Vrede på mig, alle dine Brændinger lod du gå over mig. (Sela)
8 You have removed my acquaintance far from me; they have made me an abomination to themselves; I have been delivered up, and have not gone forth.
Du har fjernet mine Frænder fra mig, gjort mig vederstyggelig for dem; jeg er fængslet, kan ikke gå ud,
9 Mine eyes are dimmed from poverty; but I cried to you, O Lord, all the day; I spread forth my hands to you.
mit Øje er sløvt af Vånde. Hver Dag, HERRE, råber jeg til dig og rækker mine Hænder imod dig.
10 Will you work wonders for the dead? or shall physicians raise [them] up, that they shall praise you?
Gør du Undere for de døde, står Skyggerne op og takker dig? (Sela)
11 Shall any one declare your mercy in the tomb? and your truth in destruction?
Tales der om din Nåde i Graven, i Afgrunden om din Trofasthed?
12 Shall your wonders be known in darkness? and your righteousness in a forgotten land?
Er dit Under kendt i Mørket, din Retfærd i Glemselens Land?
13 But I cried to you, O Lord; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent you.
Men jeg, o HERRE, jeg råber til dig, om Morgenen kommer min Bøn dig i Møde.
14 Therefore, O Lord, do you reject my prayer, [and] turn your face away from me?
Hvorfor forstøder du, HERRE, min Sjæl og skjuler dit Åsyn for mig?
15 I am poor and in troubles from my youth; and having been exalted, I was brought low and into despair.
Elendig er jeg og Døden nær, dine Rædsler har omgivet mig fra min Ungdom;
16 Your wrath has passed over me; and your terrors have greatly disquieted me.
din Vredes Luer går over mig, dine Rædsler har lagt mig øde,
17 They compassed me like water; all the day they beset me together.
som Vand er de om mig Dagen lang, til Hobe slutter de Kreds om mig;
18 You have put far from me [every] friend, and mine acquaintances because of [my] wretchedness.
Ven og Frænde fjerned du fra mig, holdt mine Kendinge borte.
