Psalms 141
1 I have cried to the, O Lord, hear me: hearken to my voice, when I cry to thee.
(En Salme af David.) HERRE, jeg råber til dig, il mig til hjælp, hør min Røst, når jeg råber til dig;
2 Let my prayer be directed as incense in thy sight; the lifting up of my hands, as evening sacrifice.
som Røgoffer, gælde for dig min Bøn, mine løftede Hænder som Aftenoffer!
3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth: and a door round about my lips.
HERRE, sæt Vagt ved min Mund, vogt mine Læbers Dør!
4 Incline not my heart to evil words; to make excuses in sins. With men that work iniquity: and I will not communicate with the choicest of them.
Bøj ikke mit Hjerte til ondt, til at gøre gudløs Gerning sammen med Udådsmænd; deres lækre Mad vil jeg ikke smage.
5 The just shall correct me in mercy, and shall reprove me: but let not the oil of the sinner fatten my head. For my prayer also shall still be against the things with which they are well pleased:
Slår en retfærdig mig, så er det Kærlighed; revser han mig, er det Olie for Hovedet, ej skal mit Hoved vise det fra sig, end sætter jeg min Bøn imod deres Ondskab.
6 Their judges falling upon the rock have been swallowed up. They shall hear my words, for they have prevailed:
Ned ad Klippens Skrænter skal Dommerne hos dem styrtes, og de skal høre, at mine Ord er liflige.
7 As when the thickness of the earth is broken up upon the ground: Our bones are scattered by the side of hell. (Sheol h7585)
Som når man pløjer Jorden i Furer, spredes vore Ben ved Dødsrigets Gab. (Sheol h7585)
8 But o to thee, O Lord, Lord, are my eyes: in thee have I put my trust, take not away my soul.
Dog, mine Øjne er rettet på dig, o HERRE, Herre, på dig forlader jeg mig, giv ikke mit Liv til Pris!
9 Keep me from the snare, which they have laid for me, and from the stumblingblocks of them that work iniquity.
Vogt mig for Fælden, de stiller for mig, og Udådsmændenes Snarer;
10 The wicked shall fall in his net: I am alone until I pass.
lad de gudløse falde i egne Gram, medens jeg går uskadt videre.
