< Psalms 64 >
1 Hear my voice, O Elohim, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
2 Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:
Hør, o Gud, min Røst, naar jeg klager, skærm mit Liv mod den rædsomme Fjende;
3 Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:
skjul mig for Ugerningsmændenes Raad, for Udaadsmændenes travle Hob,
4 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.
der hvæsser Tungen som Sværd, lægger giftige Ord paa Buen
5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them?
for i Løn at ramme den skyldfri, ramme ham brat og uset.
6 They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.
Ihærdigt lægger de onde Raad, skryder af, at de lægger Snarer, siger: »Hvem skulde se os?«
7 But Elohim shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.
De udtænker onde Gerninger, fuldfører en gennemtænkt Tanke — og Menneskets Indre og Hjerte er dybt.
8 So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away.
Da rammer Gud dem med en Pil, af Slaget rammes de brat;
9 And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of Elohim; for they shall wisely consider of his doing.
han styrter dem for deres Tunges Skyld. Enhver, som ser dem, ryster paa Hovedet;
10 The righteous shall be glad in YHWH, and shall trust 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!