Psalms 58
1 To the chief Musician. 'Destroy not.' Of David. Michtam. Is righteousness indeed silent? Do ye speak it? Do ye judge with equity, ye sons of men?
(Til sangmesteren. Al-tasjhet. Af David. En miktam.) Er det virkelig Ret, I taler, I Guder, dømmer I Menneskenes Børn retfærdigt?
2 Yea, in heart ye work wickedness; ye weigh out the violence of your hands in the earth.
Nej, alle øver I Uret på Jord, eders Hænder udvejer Vold.
3 The wicked go astray from the womb; they err as soon as they are born, speaking lies.
Fra Moders Liv vanslægted de gudløse, fra Moders Skød for Løgnerne vild.
4 Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: [they are] like the deaf adder which stoppeth her ear;
Gift har de i sig som Slangen, den stumme Øgle, der døver sit Øre
5 Which doth not hearken to the voice of enchanters, of one charming ever so wisely.
og ikke vil høre på Tæmmerens Røst, på den kyndige Slangebesværger.
6 O God, break their teeth in their mouth; break out the great teeth of the young lions, O Jehovah.
Gud, bryd Tænderne i deres Mund, Ungløvernes Kindtænder knuse du, HERRE;
7 Let them melt away as waters that flow off; when he aimeth his arrows, let them be as blunted:
lad dem svinde som Vand, der synker, visne som nedtrampet Græs.
8 Let them be as a snail that melteth as it passeth away; [like] the untimely birth of a woman, let them not see the sun.
Lad dem blive som Sneglen, opløst i Slim som et ufuldbårent Foster, der aldrig så Sol.
9 Before your pots feel the thorns, green or burning, — they shall be whirled away.
Før eders Gryder mærker til Tjørnen, ja, midt i deres Livskraft river han dem bort i sin Vrede
10 The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance; he shall wash his footsteps in the blood of the wicked:
Den retfærdige glæder sig, når han ser Hævn, hans Fødder skal vade i gudløses Blod;
11 And men shall say, Verily there is fruit for the righteous; verily there is a God that judgeth in the earth.
Og Folk skal sige: "Den retfærdige får dog sin Løn, der er dog Guder, som dømmer på Jord!"
