Psalms 57
1 For the end. Destroy not: by David, for a memorial, when he fled from the presence of Saul to the cave. Have mercy, upon me, O God, have mercy upon me: for my soul has trusted in you: and in the shadow of your wings will I hope, until the iniquity have passed away.
Til Sangmesteren. Al-tasjhet. Af David. En Miktam, da han flygtede ind i Hulen for Saul.
2 I will cry to God most high; the God who has benefited me. (Pause)
Vær mig naadig, Gud, vær mig naadig, thi hos dig har min Sjæl søgt Ly; i dine Vingers Skygge søger jeg Ly, til Ulykken er drevet over.
3 He sent from heaven and saved me; he gave to reproach them that trampled on me: God has sent forth his mercy and his truth;
Gud, den Højeste, paakalder jeg, den Gud, der gør vel imod mig;
4 and he has delivered my soul from the midst of [lions']whelps: I lay down to sleep, [though] troubled. [As for] the sons of men, their teeth are arms and [missile] weapons, and their tongue a sharp sword.
han sender mig Hjælp fra Himlen og frelser min Sjæl fra dem, som vil mig til Livs. Gud sender sin Naade og Trofasthed.
5 Be you exalted, O God, above the heavens; and your glory above all the earth.
Jeg maa ligge midt iblandt Løver, bo mellem Folk, der spyr Ild, hvis Tænder er Spyd og Pile, hvis Tunge er hvas som et Sværd.
6 They have prepared snares for my feet, and have bowed down my soul: they have dug a pit before my face, and fallen into it [themselves]. (Pause)
Løft dig, o Gud, over Himlen, din Herlighed være over al Jorden!
7 My heart, O God, [is] ready, my heart [is] ready: I will sing, yes will sing psalms.
Et Net har de udspændt for mine Skridt, deres egen Fod skal hildes deri; en Grav har de gravet foran mig, selv skal de falde deri. (Sela)
8 Awake, my glory; awake, lute and harp: I will awake early.
Mit Hjerte er trøstigt, Gud, mit Hjerte er trøstigt; jeg vil synge og lovprise dig,
9 O Lord, I will give thanks to you among the nations: I will sing to you among the Gentiles.
vaagn op, min Ære! Harpe og Citer vaagn op, jeg vil vække Morgenrøden.
10 For your mercy has been magnified even to the heavens, and your truth to the clouds.
Jeg vil takke dig, Herre, blandt Folkeslag, prise dig blandt Folkefærd;
11 Be you exalted, O God, above the heavens; and your glory above all the earth.
thi din Miskundhed naar til Himlen, din Sandhed til Skyerne. Løft dig, o Gud, over Himlen, din Herlighed være over al Jorden!
