Psalms 57
1 For the music director. According to “Do Not Destroy.” A psalm (miktam) of David concerning the time he fled from Saul and hid in the cave. Please be kind to me, God! Be kind to me because I come to you for protection. I will shelter under the shadow of your wings until the danger is past.
Til Sangmesteren; „fordærv ikke”; af David; „et gyldent Smykke”; der han flyede fra Sauls Ansigt i Hulen.
2 I cry out for help to God Most High, to God who vindicates me.
Gud! vær mig naadig, vær mig naadig; thi min Sjæl forlader sig paa dig, og under dine Vingers Skygge søger jeg Ly, indtil al Ulykken er gaaet over.
3 From heaven he sends his help, and he saves me. He defeats those who persecute me. (Selah) God sends me his unfailing love, showing he is completely trustworthy.
Jeg vil raabe til Gud, den Højeste, til den Gud, som udfører min Sag.
4 I am surrounded by man-eating lions—I am forced to live with them! Their teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongues are swords.
Han skal sende fra Himmelen og frelse mig; den, som vilde opsluge mig, haaner. (Sela) Gud skal sende sin Miskundhed og sin Sandhed.
5 God, your greatness is above the highest heavens; and your glory covers the whole earth!
Min Sjæl er iblandt Løver, jeg maa ligge imellem dem, som sprude Ild, Menneskens Børn, hvis Tænder ere Spyd og Pile, og hvis Tunge er et skarpt Sværd.
6 They set a trap to catch me. I was so depressed. They dug a pit on my path but they were the ones who fell into it. (Selah)
Gud! ophøj dig over Himlene, din Ære være over al Jorden!
7 I have confidence in you, God, I have confidence in you. I will sing songs of praise to you.
De stillede Garn for mine Trin, min Sjæl nedbøjede sig; de grove en Grav for mit Ansigt, de faldt selv midt i den. (Sela)
8 I say to myself, “Wake up!” Wake up, harp and lyre! I will wake up the dawn!
Gud! mit Hjerte er trøstigt, mit Hjerte er trøstigt; jeg vil synge og lege paa Harpe.
9 I will thank you among the peoples, Lord; I will sing your praises among the nations.
Vaagn op, min Ære! vaagn op, Psalter og Harpe! jeg vil vække Morgenrøden.
10 Your faithful love reaches to the heavens; your trustworthiness to the clouds.
Herre! jeg vil takke dig iblandt Folkene; jeg vil lege paa Harpe for dig iblandt Folkestammer.
11 God, your greatness is above the highest heavens; and your glory covers the whole earth!
Thi din Miskundhed er stor indtil Himlene og din Sandhed indtil Skyerne. Gud! ophøj dig over Himlene, din Ære være over al Jorden.
