Psalms 55
1 For the music director. With stringed instruments. A psalm (maskil) of David. God, please hear my prayer; don't ignore my cry for help!
Til Sangmesteren. Med Strengespil. En Maskil af David. Lyt, o Gud, til min Bøn, skjul dig ej for min Tryglen,
2 Please listen, and give me an answer. I'm terribly troubled by my problems! I'm frantic!
laan mig Øre og svar mig, jeg vaander mig i Klage,
3 For my enemies are screaming at me; the wicked are intimidating me. They rain down suffering on me, angrily assaulting me in their hatred.
jeg stønner ved Fjendernes Raab og de gudløses Skrig; thi Ulykke vælter de over mig, forfølger mig grumt;
4 My heart thumps in agony! Terrified, I feel I'm about to die!
Hjertet er angst i mit Bryst, Dødens Rædsler er faldet over mig.
5 I'm in a panic, trembling with fear; feelings of horror wash over me.
Frygt og Angst falder paa mig, Gru er over mig.
6 I tell myself, If only God would give me wings like a dove so I could fly away and be at peace!
Jeg siger: Ak, havde jeg Vinger som Duen, da fløj jeg i Ly,
7 I would fly far away to escape, and stay in the wilderness. (Selah)
ja, langt bort vilde jeg fly og blive i Ørkenen. (Sela)
8 I would hurry to a place to hide, out of the wind, safe from the raging storm.
Da søgte jeg skyndsomt Tilflugt for rivende Storm og Uvejr.
9 Confuse them, Lord! Muddle what they're saying, for I see violence and conflict in the city.
Herre, forvir og split deres Tungemaal! Thi Vold og Ufred ser jeg i Byen;
10 They patrol the city walls day and night, and wickedness and trouble are within the city.
de gaar Rundgang Dag og Nat paa dens Mure;
11 The ones causing destruction are inside the city; frauds and cheats are always on the streets.
Ulykke, Kvide og Vanheld raader derinde, Voldsfærd og Svig viger aldrig bort fra dens Torve.
12 The problem is that it's not an enemy who mocks me—I could stand that. It's not someone who hates me who insults me—I could avoid them.
Det var ikke en Fjende, som haaned mig — det kunde bæres; min Uven ydmyged mig ej — ham kunde jeg undgaa;
13 No, it's you, a man just like me, my best friend who I know so well!
men du, en Mand af min Stand, en Ven og fortrolig,
14 Our friendship was so close. We used to have great talks together as we walked with everyone to the house of God.
og det skønt vi delte Samværets Sødme, vandred endrægtelig i Guds Hus.
15 May death come quickly to them; may they go down into the grave alive, because evil finds its home in 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 As for me, I cry out to God, and the Lord will save me.
Jeg, jeg raaber til Gud, og HERREN vil frelse mig.
17 I weep and groan morning, noon, and night, and he listens to me.
Jeg klager og stønner ved Kvæld, ved Gry og ved Middag; min Røst vil han høre
18 He rescues me, keeping me safe and sound from my attackers, because there are so many against me.
og udfri min Sjæl i Fred, saa de ikke kan komme mig nær; thi mange er de imod mig.
19 God who has ruled from the beginning will hear me and answer them. (Selah) For they refuse to change and don't respect 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 As for my best friend, he attacked his friends who had no quarrel with him; he broke the promises he had made to them.
Paa Venner lagde han Haand og brød sin Pagt.
21 What he says is as smooth as butter, but inside he plans war; his words are as soothing as oil, but they cut like sharp swords.
Glattere end Smør er hans Mund, men Hjertet vil Krig, blødere end Olie hans Ord, skønt dragne Sværd.
22 Throw your burdens onto the Lord and he will take care of you. He will never allow those who live right to fall.
Kast din Byrde paa HERREN, saa sørger han for dig, den retfærdige lader han ikke i Evighed rokkes.
23 But you, God, will bring down murderers and liars, throwing them into the pit of destruction before they have even lived half their lives. As for me, I will trust in you.
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!
