Psalms 142

1 [A Psalm] of instruction for David, when he was in the cave, —a Prayer. I cried to the Lord with my voice; with my voice I made supplication to the Lord.

(En Maskil af David, da han var i hulen. En Bøn.) Jeg løfter min røst og råber til Herren, jeg løfter min Røst og trygler HERREN,

2 I will pour out before him my supplication: I will declare before him mine affliction.

udøser min Klage for ham, udtaler min Nød for ham.

3 When my spirit was fainting within me, then you knew my paths; in the very way wherein I was walking, they hid a snare for me.

Når Ånden vansmægter i mig, kender du dog min Sti. På Vejen, ad hvilken jeg vandrer, lægger de Snarer for mig.

4 I looked on [my] right hand, and behold, for there was none that noticed me; refuge failed me; and there was none that cared for my soul.

Jeg skuer til højre og spejder, men ingen vil kendes ved mig, afskåret er mig hver Tilflugt, ingen bryder sig om min Sjæl.

5 I cried to you, O Lord, and said, You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

HERRE, jeg råber til dig og siger: Du er min Tilflugt, min Del i de levendes Land!

6 Attend to my supplication, for I am brought very low; deliver me from them that persecute me; for they are stronger than I.

Lyt til mit Klageråb, thi jeg er såre ringe, frels mig fra dem, der forfølger mig, de er for stærke for mig;

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name, O Lord; the righteous shall wait for me, until you recompense me.

udfri min Sjæl af dens Fængsel, at jeg kan prise dit Navn! De retfærdige venter i Spænding på at du tager dig af mig.