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

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.

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

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

På Sottesengen står HERREN ham bi, hans Smertensleje gør du ham let.

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

Så siger jeg da: Vær mig nådig, HERRE, helbred min Sjæl, jeg har syndet mod dig!

5 Mine enemies speake euill of me, saying, When shall he die, and his name perish?

Mine Fjender ønsker mig ondt: "Hvornår mon han dør og hans Navn udslettes?"

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.

Kommer en i Besøg, så fører han hyklerisk Tale, hans Hjerte samler på ondt, og så går han bort og taler derom.

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

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

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

"En dødelig Sot har grebet ham; han ligger der - kommer aldrig op!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Du holder mig oppe i Kraft af min Uskyld, lader mig stå for dit Åsyn til evig Tid.

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

Lovet være HERREN, Israels Gud, fra Evighed og til Evighed, Amen, Amen!