Psalms 41
1 Unto the end, a psalm for David himself. Blessed is he that understandeth concerning the needy and the poor: the Lord will deliver him in the evil day.
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
2 The Lord preserve him and give him life, and make him blessed upon the earth: and deliver him not up to the will of his enemies.
Salig den Mand, der tager sig af de svage, ham frelser HERREN paa Ulykkens Dag;
3 The Lord help him on his bed of sorrow: thou hast turned all his couch in his sickness.
HERREN vogter ham, holder ham i Live, det gaar ham vel i Landet, han giver ham ikke i Fjendevold.
4 I said: O Lord, be thou merciful to me: heal my soul, for I have sinned against thee.
Paa Sottesengen staar HERREN ham bi, hans Smertensleje gør du ham let.
5 My enemies have spoken evils against me: when shall he die and his name perish?
Saa siger jeg da: Vær mig naadig, HERRE, helbred min Sjæl, jeg har syndet mod dig!
6 And if he came in to see me, he spoke vain things: his heart gathered together iniquity to itself. He went out and spoke to the same purpose.
Mine Fjender ønsker mig ondt: »Hvornaar mon han dør og hans Navn udslettes?«
7 All my enemies whispered together against me: they devised evils to me.
Kommer en i Besøg, saa fører han hyklerisk Tale, hans Hjerte samler paa ondt, og saa gaar han bort og taler derom.
8 They determined against me an unjust word: shall he that sleepeth rise again no more?
Mine Avindsmænd hvisker sammen imod mig, alle regner de med, at det gaar mig ilde:
9 For even the man of peace, in whom I trusted, who ate my bread, hath greatly supplanted me.
»En dødelig Sot har grebet ham; han ligger der — kommer aldrig op!«
10 But thou, O Lord, have mercy on me, and raise me up again: and I will requite them.
Endog min Ven, som jeg stolede paa, som spiste mit Brød, har løftet Hælen imod mig.
11 By this I know, that thou hast had a good will for me: because my enemy shall not rejoice over me.
Men du, o HERRE, vær mig naadig og rejs mig, saa jeg kan øve Gengæld imod dem.
12 But thou hast upheld me by reason of my innocence: and hast established me in thy sight for ever.
Deraf kan jeg kende, at du har mig kær, at min Fjende ikke skal juble over mig.
13 Blessed by the Lord the God of Israel from eternity to eternity. So be it. So be it.
Du holder mig oppe i Kraft af min Uskyld, lader mig staa for dit Aasyn til evig Tid. Lovet være HERREN, Israels Gud, fra Evighed og til Evighed, Amen, Amen!
