Psalms 41

1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. Blessed is he that iudgeth wisely of the poore: the Lord shall deliuer him in ye time of trouble.

Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

2 The Lord will keepe him, and preserue him aliue: he shalbe blessed vpon the earth, and thou wilt not deliuer him vnto the will of his enemies.

Salig den Mand, der tager sig af de svage, ham frelser HERREN paa Ulykkens Dag;

3 The Lord wil strengthen him vpon ye bed of sorow: thou hast turned al his bed in his sicknes.

HERREN vogter ham, holder ham i Live, det gaar ham vel i Landet, han giver ham ikke i Fjendevold.

4 Therefore I saide, Lord haue mercie vpon me: heale my soule, for I haue sinned against thee.

Paa Sottesengen staar HERREN ham bi, hans Smertensleje gør du ham let.

5 Mine enemies speake euill of me, saying, 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 hee come to see mee, hee speaketh lies, but his heart heapeth iniquitie within him, and when he commeth foorth, he telleth it.

Mine Fjender ønsker mig ondt: »Hvornaar mon han dør og hans Navn udslettes?«

7 All they that hate me, whisper together against me: euen against me do they imagine mine hurt.

Kommer en i Besøg, saa fører han hyklerisk Tale, hans Hjerte samler paa ondt, og saa gaar han bort og taler derom.

8 A mischiefe is light vpon him, and he that lyeth, shall no more rise.

Mine Avindsmænd hvisker sammen imod mig, alle regner de med, at det gaar mig ilde:

9 Yea, my familiar friend, whom I trusted, which did eate of my bread, hath lifted vp the heele against me.

»En dødelig Sot har grebet ham; han ligger der — kommer aldrig op!«

10 Therefore, O Lord, haue mercy vpon mee, and raise me vp: so I shall reward them.

Endog min Ven, som jeg stolede paa, som spiste mit Brød, har løftet Hælen imod mig.

11 By this I know that thou fauourest me, because mine enemie doth not triumph against me.

Men du, o HERRE, vær mig naadig og rejs mig, saa jeg kan øve Gengæld imod dem.

12 And as for me, thou vpholdest me in mine integritie, and doest set me before thy face for euer.

Deraf kan jeg kende, at du har mig kær, at min Fjende ikke skal juble over mig.

13 Blessed be the Lord God of Israel worlde without ende. So be it, euen 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!