Psalms 140
1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Free me, O Jehovah, from the evil man; preserve me from the violent man:
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
2 Who devise mischiefs in [their] heart; every day are they banded together for war.
Red mig, HERRE, fra onde Mennesker, vær mig et Værn mod Voldsmænd,
3 They sharpen their tongues like a serpent; adders' poison is under their lips. (Selah)
der pønser paa ondt i Hjertet og daglig ægger til Strid.
4 Keep me, O Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked [man], preserve me from the violent man, who devise to overthrow my steps.
De hvæsser Tungen som Slanger, har Øglegift under deres Læber. (Sela)
5 The proud have hidden a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the way-side; they have set traps for me. (Selah)
Vogt mig, HERRE, for gudløses Haand, vær mig et Værn mod Voldsmænd, som pønser paa at bringe mig til Fald.
6 I have said unto Jehovah, Thou art my God: give ear, O Jehovah, to the voice of my supplications.
Hovmodige lægger Snarer og Strikker for mig, breder et Net for min Fod, lægger Fælder for mig ved Vejen. (Sela)
7 Jehovah, the Lord, is the strength of my salvation: thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.
Jeg siger til HERREN: Du er min Gud, HERRE, lyt til min tryglende Røst!
8 Grant not, O Jehovah, the desire of the wicked; further not his device: they would exalt themselves. (Selah)
HERRE, Herre, min Frelses Styrke, du skærmer mit Hoved paa Stridens Dag.
9 [As for] the head of those that encompass me, let the mischief of their own lips cover them.
Opfyld ej, HERRE, den gudløses Ønsker, lad ikke hans Raad have Fremgang!
10 Let burning coals fall on them; let them be cast into the fire; into deep waters, that they rise not up again.
Lad dem ikke løfte Hovedet mod mig, lad deres Trusler ramme dem selv!
11 Let not the man of [evil] tongue be established in the earth: evil shall hunt the man of violence to [his] ruin.
Det regne paa dem med gloende Kul, styrt dem i Dybet, ej staa de op!
12 I know that Jehovah will maintain the cause of the afflicted one, the right of the needy.
Lad ikke Bagtaleren holde sig i Landet, ondt ramme Voldsmanden Slag i Slag!
13 Yea, the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name; the upright shall dwell in thy presence.
Jeg ved, at HERREN vil føre de armes Sag og skaffe de fattige Ret. For vist skal retfærdige prise dit Navn, oprigtige bo for dit Aasyn.
