Psalms 55
1 Unto the end, in verses, understanding for David. Hear, O God, my prayer, and despise not my supplication:
Til Sangmesteren. Med Strengespil. En Maskil af David. Lyt, o Gud, til min Bøn, skjul dig ej for min Tryglen,
2 Be attentive to me and hear me. I am grieved in my exercise; and am troubled,
laan mig Øre og svar mig, jeg vaander mig i Klage,
3 At the voice of the enemy, and at the tribulation of the sinner. For they have cast iniquities upon me: and in wrath they were troublesome to me.
jeg stønner ved Fjendernes Raab og de gudløses Skrig; thi Ulykke vælter de over mig, forfølger mig grumt;
4 My heart is troubled within me: and the fear of death is fallen upon me.
Hjertet er angst i mit Bryst, Dødens Rædsler er faldet over mig.
5 Fear and trembling are come upon me: and darkness hath covered me.
Frygt og Angst falder paa mig, Gru er over mig.
6 And I said: Who will give me wings like a dove, and I will fly and be at rest?
Jeg siger: Ak, havde jeg Vinger som Duen, da fløj jeg i Ly,
7 Lo, I have gone far off flying away; and I abode in the wilderness.
ja, langt bort vilde jeg fly og blive i Ørkenen. (Sela)
8 I waited for him that hath saved me from pusillanimity of spirit, and a storm.
Da søgte jeg skyndsomt Tilflugt for rivende Storm og Uvejr.
9 Cast down, O Lord, and divide their tongues; for I have seen iniquity and contradiction in the city.
Herre, forvir og split deres Tungemaal! Thi Vold og Ufred ser jeg i Byen;
10 Day and night shall iniquity surround it upon its walls: and in the midst thereof are labour,
de gaar Rundgang Dag og Nat paa dens Mure;
11 And injustice. And usury and deceit have not departed from its streets.
Ulykke, Kvide og Vanheld raader derinde, Voldsfærd og Svig viger aldrig bort fra dens Torve.
12 For if my enemy had reviled me, I would verily have borne with it. And if he that hated me had spoken great things against me, I would perhaps have hidden myself from him.
Det var ikke en Fjende, som haaned mig — det kunde bæres; min Uven ydmyged mig ej — ham kunde jeg undgaa;
13 But thou a man of one mind, my guide, and my familiar,
men du, en Mand af min Stand, en Ven og fortrolig,
14 Who didst take sweetmeats together with me: in the house of God we walked with consent.
og det skønt vi delte Samværets Sødme, vandred endrægtelig i Guds Hus.
15 Let death come upon them, and let them go down alive into hell. For there is wickedness in their dwellings: in the midst of them. (Sheol h7585)
Over dem komme Død, lad dem levende synke i Dødsriget! Thi der er Ondskab i deres Bolig, i deres Indre! (Sheol h7585)
16 But I have cried to God: and the Lord will save me.
Jeg, jeg raaber til Gud, og HERREN vil frelse mig.
17 Evening and morning, and at noon I will speak and declare: and he shall hear my voice.
Jeg klager og stønner ved Kvæld, ved Gry og ved Middag; min Røst vil han høre
18 He shall redeem my soul in peace from them that draw near to me: for among many they were with me.
og udfri min Sjæl i Fred, saa de ikke kan komme mig nær; thi mange er de imod mig.
19 God shall hear, and the Eternal shall humble them. For there is no change with them, and they have not feared God:
Gud, som troner fra Fortids Dage, vil høre og ydmyge dem. (Sela) Thi der er ingen Forandring hos dem, og de frygter ikke for Gud.
20 He hath stretched forth his hand to repay. They have defiled his covenant,
Paa Venner lagde han Haand og brød sin Pagt.
21 They are divided by the wrath Of his countenance, and his heart hath drawn near. His words are smoother than oil, and the same are darts.
Glattere end Smør er hans Mund, men Hjertet vil Krig, blødere end Olie hans Ord, skønt dragne Sværd.
22 Cast thy care upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall not suffer the just to waver for ever.
Kast din Byrde paa HERREN, saa sørger han for dig, den retfærdige lader han ikke i Evighed rokkes.
23 But thou, O God, shalt bring them down into the pit of destruction. Bloody and deceitful men shall not live out half their days; but I will trust in thee, O Lord.
Og du, o Gud, nedstyrt dem i Gravens Dyb! Ej skal blodstænkte, svigefulde Mænd naa Hælvten af deres Dage. Men jeg, jeg stoler paa dig!
