Psalms 41
1 For the end, a Psalm of David. Blessed [is the man] who thinks, on the poor and needy: the Lord shall deliver him in an evil day.
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
2 May the Lord preserve him and keep him alive, and bless him on the earth, and not deliver him into the hands of his enemy.
Salig den Mand, der tager sig af de svage, ham frelser HERREN paa Ulykkens Dag;
3 May the Lord help him upon the bed of his pain; you have made 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, O Lord, have mercy upon me; heal my soul; for I have sinned against you.
Paa Sottesengen staar HERREN ham bi, hans Smertensleje gør du ham let.
5 Mine enemies have spoken evil against me, [saying], 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 came to see [me], his heart spoke vainly; he gathered iniquity to himself; he went forth and spoke in like manner.
Mine Fjender ønsker mig ondt: »Hvornaar mon han dør og hans Navn udslettes?«
7 All my enemies whispered against me; against me they devised 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 They denounced a wicked word against me, [saying], Now that he lies, shall he not rise up again?
Mine Avindsmænd hvisker sammen imod mig, alle regner de med, at det gaar mig ilde:
9 For even the man of my peace, in whom I trusted, who ate my bread, lifted up [his] heel against me.
»En dødelig Sot har grebet ham; han ligger der — kommer aldrig op!«
10 But you, O Lord, have compassion upon me, and raise me up, and I shall requite them.
Endog min Ven, som jeg stolede paa, som spiste mit Brød, har løftet Hælen imod mig.
11 By this I know that you have delighted in me, because mine enemy shall not rejoice over me.
Men du, o HERRE, vær mig naadig og rejs mig, saa jeg kan øve Gengæld imod dem.
12 But you did help me because of [mine] innocence, and have established me before you for ever.
Deraf kan jeg kende, at du har mig kær, at min Fjende ikke skal juble over mig.
13 Blessed [be] the Lord God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. So be it, so be it.
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!
