Psalms 41

1 For the Leader. A Psalm of David. Happy is he that considereth the poor; the LORD will deliver him in the day of evil.

Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.

2 The LORD preserve him, and keep him alive, let him be called happy in the land; and deliver not Thou him unto the greed of his enemies.

Salig den, som handler forstandigt imod den ringe; Herren skal redde ham paa den onde Dag.

3 The LORD support him upon the bed of illness; mayest Thou turn all his lying down in his sickness.

Herren skal bevare ham og holde ham ved Live, han skal blive lyksalig paa Jorden; og du skal ikke give ham hen i hans Fjenders Villie.

4 As for me, I said: 'O LORD, be gracious unto me; heal my soul; for I have sinned against Thee.'

Herren skal opholde ham paa Sygesengen; du har hjulpet ham op igen fra hvert Sygeleje.

5 Mine enemies speak evil of me: 'When shall he die, and his name perish?'

Jeg sagde: Herre! vær mig naadig, helbred min Sjæl; thi jeg har syndet imod dig.

6 And if one come to see me, he speaketh falsehood; his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he speaketh of it.

Mine Fjender tale ondt om mig: Naar skal han dog dø og hans Navn forgaa?

7 All that hate me whisper together against me, against me do they devise my hurt:

Og dersom een kommer at se mig, taler han Falskhed, hans Hjerte samler paa Uret; gaar han ud udenfor, da taler han derom.

8 'An evil thing cleaveth fast unto him; and now that he lieth, he shall rise up no more.'

Alle mine Avindsmænd hviske sammen imod mig; de optænke imod mig det, som er mig ondt.

9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.

De sige: Der hænger en Niddingsdaad fast ved ham, og saasom han ligger, skal han ikke staa op mere.

10 But Thou, O LORD, be gracious unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.

Ogsaa den Mand, som havde Fred med mig, hvem jeg forlod mig paa, som aad mit Brød, han opløftede sin Hæl imod mig.

11 By this I know that Thou delightest in me, that mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

Men du, Herre! vær mig naadig og rejs mig op, saa vil jeg betale dem.

12 And as for me, Thou upholdest me because of mine integrity, and settest me before Thy face for ever.

Derpaa kender jeg, at du har Behagelighed til mig, at min Fjende ikke skal faa Glæde over mig.

13 Blessed be the LORD, the God of Israel, from everlasting and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.

Men mig opholder du og sætter mig for dit Ansigt evindelig i min Oprigtighed. Lovet være Herren, Israels Gud, fra Evighed og indtil Evighed! Amen, ja, Amen.