Psalms 55
1 Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not yourself from my supplication.
Til Sangmesteren; med Strengeleg; en Undervisning af David. Gud! vend Øren til min Bøn og skjul dig ikke for min ydmyge Begæring.
2 Attend to me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;
Giv Agt paa mig og bønhør mig; jeg vil overlade mig til min Klage og hyle
3 Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity on me, and in wrath they hate me.
over Fjendens Røst, over den ugudeliges Undertrykkelse; thi de vælte Uret paa mig og hade mig i Vrede.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen on me.
Mit Hjerte er bange inden i mig, og Dødens Rædsler ere faldne paa mig.
5 Fearfulness and trembling are come on me, and horror has overwhelmed me.
Frygt og Bæven kom over mig, og Gru lægger sig over mig.
6 And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
Og jeg sagde: Gid jeg havde Vinger som en Due, da vilde jeg flyve bort og fæste Bo.
7 See, then would I wander far off, and remain in the wilderness. (Selah)
Se, jeg vilde flygte langt bort; jeg vilde blive Natten over i Ørken. (Sela)
8 I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.
Jeg vilde haste til et Tilflugtssted for mig, fra Hvirvelvinden og Stormen.
9 Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongues: for I have seen violence and strife in the city.
Herre! opslug dem, gør deres Tunger uens; thi jeg har set Vold og Trætte i Staden.
10 Day and night they go about it on the walls thereof: mischief also and sorrow are in the middle of it.
Dag og Nat omringe de den paa dens Mure, og Uret og Møje er inden i den.
11 Wickedness is in the middle thereof: deceit and guile depart not from her streets.
Ondskab hersker inden i den, og Bedrageri og Svig vige ikke fra dens Gade.
12 For it was not an enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it: neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him:
Thi det er ikke en Fjende, som forhaaner mig, ellers maatte jeg bære det; det er ikke min Avindsmand, som gør sig stor over mig, ellers kunde jeg skjule mig for ham;
13 But it was you, a man my equal, my guide, and my acquaintance.
men det er dig, et Menneske, som var min Jævnlige, min Ven og min Kynding,
14 We took sweet counsel together, and walked to the house of God in company.
vi, som venligt holdt Raad sammen, som vandrede i Guds Hus iblandt Skaren.
15 Let death seize on them, and let them go down quick into hell: for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among them. (Sheol h7585)
Døden føre Forglemmelse over dem! lad dem fare levende ned i Dødsriget; thi der er Ondskab i deres Boliger, i deres Inderste. (Sheol h7585)
16 As for me, I will call on God; and the LORD shall save me.
Jeg vil raabe til Gud, og Herren skal frelse mig.
17 Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.
Jeg vil klage og hyle Aften og Morgen og Middag, og han vil høre min Røst.
18 He has delivered my soul in peace from the battle that was against me: for there were many with me.
Han har forløst min Sjæl i Fred fra Striden imod mig; thi de vare i Mængde mig imod.
19 God shall hear, and afflict them, even he that stays of old. (Selah) Because they have no changes, therefore they fear not God.
Gud skal høre og svare dem, han, der bliver evindelig (Sela) efterdi der ingen Forandring er hos dem, og de ikke frygte Gud.
20 He has put forth his hands against such as be at peace with him: he has broken his covenant.
Han har lagt Haand paa dem, som havde Fred med ham; han har vanhelliget sin Pagt.
21 The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords.
Hans Munds Ord ere glatte som Smør; men der er Strid i hans Hjerte; hans Ord ere blødere end Olie, og dog ere de dragne Sværd.
22 Cast your burden on the LORD, and he shall sustain you: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.
Kast din Sag paa Herren, og han skal forsørge dig; han skal ikke evindelig tilstede, at den retfærdige rokkes.
23 But you, O God, shall bring them down into the pit of destruction: bloody and deceitful men shall not live out half their days; but I will trust in you.
Men du, Gud! du skal støde dem ned i Gravens Dyb; blodgerrige og falske Mænd skulle ikke naa deres Dages halve Tal; men jeg vil forlade mig paa dig.
