Psalms 44
1 For the Leader; a Psalm of the sons of Korah. Maschil. O God, we have heard with our ears, our fathers have told us; a work Thou didst in their days, in the days of old.
(Til sangmesteren. Af Koras sønner. En maskil.) Gud, vi har hørt det med egne ører, vore Fædre har fortalt os derom; du øved en Dåd i deres Dage, i Fortids Dage med din Hånd;
2 Thou with Thy hand didst drive out the nations, and didst plant them in; Thou didst break the peoples, and didst spread them abroad.
Folk drev du bort, men plantede hine, Folkeslag knuste du, men dem lod du brede sig;
3 For not by their own sword did they get the land in possession, neither did their own arm save them; but Thy right hand, and Thine arm, and the light of Thy countenance, because Thou wast favourable unto them.
thi de fik ej Landet i Eje med Sværdet, det var ej deres Arm, der gav dem Sejr, men det var din højre, din Arm og dit Ansigts Lys, thi du havde dem kær.
4 Thou art my King, O God; command the salvation of Jacob.
Du, du er min Konge, min Gud, som sender Jakob Sejr.
5 Through Thee do we push down our adversaries; through Thy name do we tread them under that rise up against us.
Ved dig nedstøder vi Fjenden, Modstanderne træder vi ned i dit Navn;
6 For I trust not in my bow, neither can my sword save me.
thi ej på min Bue stoler jeg, mit Sværd kan ikke give mig Sejr;
7 But Thou hast saved us from our adversaries, and hast put them to shame that hate us.
men du gav os Sejr over Fjenden, du lod vore Avindsmænd blive til Skamme.
8 In God have we gloried all the day, and we will give thanks unto Thy name for ever. (Selah)
Vi roser os altid af Gud, dit Navn vil vi love for evigt. (Sela)
9 Yet Thou hast cast off, and brought us to confusion; and goest not forth with our hosts.
Dog har du forstødt os, gjort os til Spot, du drager ej med vore Hære;
10 Thou makest us to turn back from the adversary; and they that hate us spoil at their will.
du lader os vige for Fjenden, vore Avindsmænd tager sig Bytte;
11 Thou hast given us like sheep to be eaten; and hast scattered us among the nations.
du har givet os hen som Slagtekvæg, og strøet os ud mellem Folkene,
12 Thou sellest Thy people for small gain, and hast not set their prices high.
dit Folk har du solgt til Spotpris, vandt ikke Rigdom ved Salget.
13 Thou makest us a taunt to our neighbours, a scorn and a derision to them that are round about us.
Til Hån for Naboer gør du os, til Spot og Spe for Grander,
14 Thou makest us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the peoples.
du gør os til Mundheld blandt Folkene, lader Folkeslagene ryste på Hovedet ad os.
15 All the day is my confusion before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me,
Min Skændsel er mig altid i Tanke, og Skam bedækker mit Åsyn
16 For the voice of him that taunteth and blasphemeth; by reason of the enemy and the revengeful.
for spottende, hånende Tale, for Fjendens og den hævngerriges Blikke.
17 All this is come upon us; yet have we not forgotten Thee, neither have we been false to Thy covenant.
Alt det kom over os, skønt vi glemte dig ikke, sveg ikke heller din Pagt!
18 Our heart is not turned back, neither have our steps declined from Thy path;
Vort Hjerte veg ikke fra dig, vore Skridt forlod ej din Vej.
19 Though Thou hast crushed us into a place of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of death.
Dog knuste du os, hvor Sjakalerne bor, og indhylled os i Mørke.
20 If we had forgotten the name of our God, or spread forth our hands to a strange god;
Havde vi glemt vor Guds Navn, bredt Hænderne ud mod en fremmed Gud,
21 Would not God search this out? For He knoweth the secrets of the heart.
vilde Gud ej opspore det? Han kender jo Hjerternes Løn dom
22 Nay, but for Thy sake are we killed all the day; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
nej, for din Skyld dræbes vi Dagen lang og regnes som Slagtekvæg!
23 Awake, why sleepest Thou, O Lord? Arouse Thyself, cast not off for ever.
Vågn op, hvi sover du, Herre? Bliv vågen, forstød ej for stedse!
24 Wherefore hidest Thou Thy face, and forgettest our affliction and our oppression?
Hvorfor vil du skjule dit Åsyn, glemme vor Nød og Trængsel?
25 For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly cleaveth unto the earth.
Thi vor Sjæl ligger bøjet i Støvet, vort Legeme klæber ved Jorden.
26 Arise for our help, and redeem us for Thy mercy's sake.
Stå op og kom os til Hjælp, forløs os for din Miskundheds Skyld!
