Psalms 64

1 For the Leader. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from the terror of the enemy.

Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

2 Hide me from the council of evil-doers; from the tumult of the workers of iniquity;

Hør, o Gud, min Røst, naar jeg klager, skærm mit Liv mod den rædsomme Fjende;

3 Who have whet their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a poisoned word;

skjul mig for Ugerningsmændenes Raad, for Udaadsmændenes travle Hob,

4 That they may shoot in secret places at the blameless; suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

der hvæsser Tungen som Sværd, lægger giftige Ord paa Buen

5 They encourage one another in an evil matter; they converse of laying snares secretly; they ask, who would see them.

for i Løn at ramme den skyldfri, ramme ham brat og uset.

6 They search out iniquities, they have accomplished a diligent search; even in the inward thought of every one, and the deep heart.

Ihærdigt lægger de onde Raad, skryder af, at de lægger Snarer, siger: »Hvem skulde se os?«

7 But God doth shoot at them with an arrow suddenly; thence are their wounds.

De udtænker onde Gerninger, fuldfører en gennemtænkt Tanke — og Menneskets Indre og Hjerte er dybt.

8 So they make their own tongue a stumbling unto themselves; all that see them shake the head.

Da rammer Gud dem med en Pil, af Slaget rammes de brat;

9 And all men fear; and they declare the work of God, and understand His doing.

han styrter dem for deres Tunges Skyld. Enhver, som ser dem, ryster paa Hovedet;

10 The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall take refuge in Him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.

alle Mennesker frygter, forkynder, hvad Gud har gjort, og fatter hans Hænders Gerning; de retfærdige glædes i HERREN og lider paa ham, de oprigtige af Hjertet jubler til Hobe!