Psalms 140
1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of David. Deliuer me, O Lord, from the euill man: preserue me from the cruel man:
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
2 Which imagine euill things in their heart, and make warre continually.
Red mig, HERRE, fra onde Mennesker, vær mig et Værn mod Voldsmænd,
3 They haue sharpened their tongues like a serpent: adders poyson is vnder their lips. (Selah)
der pønser paa ondt i Hjertet og daglig ægger til Strid.
4 Keepe mee, O Lord, from the handes of the wicked: preserue mee from the cruell man, which purposeth to cause my steppes to slide.
De hvæsser Tungen som Slanger, har Øglegift under deres Læber. (Sela)
5 The proude haue layde a snare for me, and spred a nette with cordes in my pathway, and set grennes for me. (Selah)
Vogt mig, HERRE, for gudløses Haand, vær mig et Værn mod Voldsmænd, som pønser paa at bringe mig til Fald.
6 Therefore I saide vnto the Lord, Thou art my God: heare, O Lord, the voyce of my prayers.
Hovmodige lægger Snarer og Strikker for mig, breder et Net for min Fod, lægger Fælder for mig ved Vejen. (Sela)
7 O Lord God the strength of my saluation, thou hast couered mine head in the day of battel.
Jeg siger til HERREN: Du er min Gud, HERRE, lyt til min tryglende Røst!
8 Let not the wicked haue his desire, O Lord: performe not his wicked thought, least they be proude. (Selah)
HERRE, Herre, min Frelses Styrke, du skærmer mit Hoved paa Stridens Dag.
9 As for the chiefe of them, that compasse me about, let the mischiefe of their owne lippes come vpon them.
Opfyld ej, HERRE, den gudløses Ønsker, lad ikke hans Raad have Fremgang!
10 Let coles fal vpon them: let him cast them into the fire, and into the deepe pits, that they rise not.
Lad dem ikke løfte Hovedet mod mig, lad deres Trusler ramme dem selv!
11 For the backbiter shall not be established vpon the earth: euill shall hunt the cruell man to destruction.
Det regne paa dem med gloende Kul, styrt dem i Dybet, ej staa de op!
12 I know that the Lord will auenge the afflicted, and iudge the poore.
Lad ikke Bagtaleren holde sig i Landet, ondt ramme Voldsmanden Slag i Slag!
13 Surely the righteous shall prayse thy Name, and the iust shall dwell in thy presence.
Jeg ved, at HERREN vil føre de armes Sag og skaffe de fattige Ret. For vist skal retfærdige prise dit Navn, oprigtige bo for dit Aasyn.
