Psalms 17
1 A Prayer of David. Hear the right, O LORD, attend unto my cry; give ear unto my prayer from lips without deceit.
En Bøn af David. Herre! hør Retfærdighed, giv Agt paa mit Raab, vend Øren til min Bøn, som ikke sker med svigefulde Læber.
2 Let my judgment come forth from Thy presence; let Thine eyes behold equity.
Lad min Ret udgaa fra dit Ansigt; lad dine Øjne beskue Retskaffenhed.
3 Thou hast tried my heart, Thou hast visited it in the night; Thou hast tested me, and Thou findest not that I had a thought which should not pass my mouth.
Du prøvede mit Hjerte, du besøgte det om Natten, du smeltede mig: Du fandt intet; jeg tænkte, min Mund skal ikke overtræde.
4 As for the doings of men, by the word of Thy lips I have kept me from the ways of the violent.
Med Hensyn paa Menneskenes Gerninger, da har jeg vogtet mig for Røveres Stier efter dine Læbers Ord.
5 My steps have held fast to Thy paths, my feet have not slipped.
Mine Skridt holdt sig paa dine Veje, mine Trin rokkedes ikke.
6 As for me, I call upon Thee, for Thou wilt answer me, O God; incline Thine ear unto me, hear my speech.
Jeg raaber til dig; thi du, Gud! bønhører mig; bøj dit Øre til mig, hør min Tale!
7 Make passing great Thy mercies, O Thou that savest by Thy right hand from assailants them that take refuge in Thee.
Bevis din underfulde Miskundhed, du, som med din højre Haand frelser dem, som tro, fra Modstanderne.
8 Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me in the shadow of Thy wings,
Bevar mig som Øjestenen, Øjets Datter, skjul mig under dine Vingers Skygge
9 From the wicked that oppress, my deadly enemies, that compass me about.
for de ugudeliges Ansigt, som ødelægge mig, for min Sjæls Fjender, som omringe mig.
10 Their gross heart they have shut tight, with their mouth they speak proudly.
De lukke deres Hjerte til, de tale med deres Mund af Hovmod.
11 At our every step they have now encompassed us; they set their eyes to cast us down to the earth.
Hvor vi gaa, have de nu omringet os; deres Øjemed er, at vi maa glide paa Jorden.
12 He is like a lion that is eager to tear in pieces, and like a young lion lurking in secret places.
Han er lig en Løve, der higer efter Rov, og lig en ung Løve, der sidder i Skjul.
13 Arise, O LORD, confront him, cast him down; deliver my soul from the wicked, by Thy sword;
Herre! staa op, forekom ham, bøj ham; frels min Sjæl fra den ugudelige ved dit Sværd,
14 From men, by Thy hand, O LORD, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life, and whose belly Thou fillest with Thy treasure; who have children in plenty, and leave their abundance to their babes.
fra Folk ved din Haand; Herre! fra Verdens Folk, som have deres Del i Livet, øg hvis Bug du fylder med dine Skatte; deres Børn mættes, og det, som de have tilovers, efterlade de til deres spæde Børn.
15 As for me, I shall behold Thy face in righteousness; I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with Thy likeness.
Men jeg skal beskue dit Ansigt i Retfærdighed; jeg skal mættes ved din Skikkelse, naar jeg opvaagner.
