Psalms 64

1 Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

(Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) Hør, o Gud, min røst, når jeg klager, skærm mit Liv mod den rædsomme Fjende;

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:

skjul mig for Ugerningsmændenes Råd, for Udådsmændenes travle Hob.

3 Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:

der hvæsser Tungen som Sværd, lægger giftige Ord på Buen

4 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

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

5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them?

Ihærdigt lægger de onde Råd, skryder af, at de lægger Snarer siger: "Hvem skulde se os?"

6 They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.

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

7 But God shall shoot at them with an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.

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

8 So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away.

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

9 And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing.

alle Mennesker frygter, forkynder, hvad Gud har gjort, og fatter hans Hænders Geming;

10 The righteous shall be glad in Yhwh, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.

de retfærdige glædes i HERREN og lider på ham, de oprigtige af Hjertet jubler til Hobe!