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 en retfærdig Sag, lyt til min Klage lån Øre til Bøn fra svigløse Læber!
2 Let my judgment come forth from Thy presence; let Thine eyes behold equity.
Fra dig skal min Ret udgå, thi hvad ret er, ser dine Øjne.
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.
Prøv mit Hjerte, se efter om Natten, ransag mig, du finder ej Svig hos mig.
4 As for the doings of men, by the word of Thy lips I have kept me from the ways of the violent.
Ej synded min Mund, hvad end Mennesker gjorde; ved dine Læbers Ord vogted jeg mig for Voldsmænds Veje;
5 My steps have held fast to Thy paths, my feet have not slipped.
mine Skridt har holdt dine Spor, jeg vaklede ej på min Gang.
6 As for me, I call upon Thee, for Thou wilt answer me, O God; incline Thine ear unto me, hear my speech.
Jeg råber til dig, thi du svarer mig, Gud, bøj Øret til mig, hør på mit Ord!
7 Make passing great Thy mercies, O Thou that savest by Thy right hand from assailants them that take refuge in Thee.
Vis, dig underfuldt nådig, du Frelser for dem, der tyr til din højre for Fjender!
8 Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me in the shadow of Thy wings,
Vogt mig som Øjestenen, skjul mig i dine Vingers Skygge
9 From the wicked that oppress, my deadly enemies, that compass me about.
for gudløse, der øver Vold imod mig, glubske Fjender, som omringer mig;
10 Their gross heart they have shut tight, with their mouth they speak proudly.
de har lukket deres Hjerte med Fedt, deres Mund fører Hovmodstale.
11 At our every step they have now encompassed us; they set their eyes to cast us down to the earth.
De omringer os, overalt hvor vi går, de sigter på at slå os til Jorden.
12 He is like a lion that is eager to tear in pieces, and like a young lion lurking in secret places.
De er som den rovgridske Løve, den unge Løve, der ligger på Lur.
13 Arise, O LORD, confront him, cast him down; deliver my soul from the wicked, by Thy sword;
Rejs dig, HERRE, træd ham i Møde, kast ham til Jorden, fri med dit Sværd min Sjæl fra den gudløses Vold,
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 Mændene, HERRE, med din Hånd, fra dødelige Mænd - lad dem få deres Del i levende Live! Fyld deres Bug med dit Forråd af Vrede, lad Børnene mættes dermed og efterlade deres Børn, hvad de levner!
15 As for me, I shall behold Thy face in righteousness; I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with Thy likeness.
Men jeg skal i Retfærd skue dit Åsyn, mættes ved din Skikkelse, når jeg vågner.
