< Psalms 41 >

1 Blessed is he that considereth the poor: YHWH will deliver him in time of trouble.
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
2 YHWH will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.
Salig den Mand, der tager sig af de svage, ham frelser HERREN paa Ulykkens Dag;
3 YHWH will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
HERREN vogter ham, holder ham i Live, det gaar ham vel i Landet, han giver ham ikke i Fjendevold.
4 I said, YHWH, be merciful unto me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
Paa Sottesengen staar HERREN ham bi, hans Smertensleje gør du ham let.
5 Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
Saa siger jeg da: Vær mig naadig, HERRE, helbred min Sjæl, jeg har syndet mod dig!
6 And if he come to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
Mine Fjender ønsker mig ondt: »Hvornaar mon han dør og hans Navn udslettes?«
7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
Kommer en i Besøg, saa fører han hyklerisk Tale, hans Hjerte samler paa ondt, og saa gaar han bort og taler derom.
8 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
Mine Avindsmænd hvisker sammen imod mig, alle regner de med, at det gaar mig ilde:
9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
»En dødelig Sot har grebet ham; han ligger der — kommer aldrig op!«
10 But thou, O YHWH, be merciful unto me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.
Endog min Ven, som jeg stolede paa, som spiste mit Brød, har løftet Hælen imod mig.
11 By this I know that thou favourest me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.
Men du, o HERRE, vær mig naadig og rejs mig, saa jeg kan øve Gengæld imod dem.
12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.
Deraf kan jeg kende, at du har mig kær, at min Fjende ikke skal juble over mig.
13 Blessed be YHWH Elohim of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.
Du holder mig oppe i Kraft af min Uskyld, lader mig staa for dit Aasyn til evig Tid. Lovet være HERREN, Israels Gud, fra Evighed og til Evighed, Amen, Amen!

< Psalms 41 >