Psalms 31
1 “To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust; Oh that I may never be put to shame: through thy righteousness do thou release me.
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David. HERRE, jeg lider paa dig, lad mig aldrig i Evighed skuffes. Udfri mig i din Retfærd,
2 Bend unto me thy ear; speedily deliver me: be thou unto me as a rock of protection, as a mountain strong-hold to save me.
du bøje dit Øre til mig; red mig i Hast og vær mig en Tilflugtsklippe, en Klippeborg til min Frelse;
3 For my rock and my stronghold art thou; and for the sake of thy name lead me, and guide me.
thi du er min Klippe og Borg. For dit Navns Skyld lede og føre du mig,
4 Draw me out of the net which they have laid secretly for me; for thou art my protection.
fri mig fra Garnet, de satte for mig; thi du er min Tilflugt,
5 Into thy hand do I commit my spirit: thou redeemest me, O Lord, the God of truth.
i din Haand befaler jeg min Aand. Du forløser mig, HERRE, du trofaste Gud,
6 I hate those that depend on lying vanities; but I trust indeed in the Lord.
du hader dem, der holder paa Løgneguder. Men jeg, jeg stoler paa HERREN,
7 I will be glad and rejoice in thy kindness; because thou hast seen my misery; thou hast taken cognizance of the distresses of my soul;
jeg vil juble og glæde mig over din Miskundhed; thi du har set min Nød, agtet paa min Sjælekvide.
8 And thou hast not surrendered me into the hand of the enemy: thou hast caused my feet to stand on an ample space.
Du gav mig ikke i Fjendens Haand, men skaffede Rum for min Fod.
9 Be gracious unto me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye is consumed through vexation—my soul [too] and my body.
Vær mig naadig, HERRE, thi jeg er angst, af Kummer hentæres mit Øje, min Sjæl og mit Indre.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing, my strength faileth because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
Thi mit Liv svinder hen i Sorg, mine Aar i Suk, min Kraft er brudt for min Brødes Skyld, mine Ben hentæres.
11 Because of all my assailants am I become a reproach, and unto my neighbors greatly so, and a terror to my acquaintance, those that see me abroad flee away from me.
For alle mine Fjenders Skyld er jeg blevet til Spot, mine Naboers Gru, mine Kendinges Rædsel; de, der ser mig paa Gaden, flygter for mig.
12 I am forgotten as a dead man out of the heart: I am become like a perishable vessel.
Som en død er jeg gaaet dem af Minde, jeg er som et ødelagt Kar.
13 For I have heard the slandering of many; terror was on every side, while they took counsel together against me: to take away my life did they purpose.
Thi mange hører jeg hviske, trindt om er Rædsel, naar de holder Raad imod mig, pønser paa at tage mit Liv.
14 But I trusted well in thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my God.
Men, HERRE, jeg stoler paa dig; jeg siger: Du er min Gud,
15 In thy hand are my destinies: deliver me from the hand of my enemies, and from my persecutors.
mine Tider er i din Haand. Red mig fra Fjenders Haand, fra dem, der forfølger mig,
16 Let thy face shine upon thy servant: save me through thy kindness.
lad dit Ansigt lyse over din Tjener, frels mig i din Miskundhed.
17 O Lord, let me not be put to shame; for I have called on thee: let the wicked be put to shame, let them be silent, [passing] to the nether world. (Sheol h7585)
HERRE, lad mig ej blive til Skamme, jeg raaber jo til dig, lad de gudløse blive til Skamme og synke tavse i Døden. (Sheol h7585)
18 Let the lying lips be made dumb, which speak hard things against the righteous, with pride and contempt.
Lad de falske Læber forstumme, som taler frækt om den retfærdige med Hovmod og Foragt.
19 Oh how great is thy goodness, which thou hast treasured up for those that fear thee; which thou hast wrought for those that trust in thee before the sons of men!
Hvor stor er dog din Godhed, som du gemmer til dem, der frygter dig, øver mod dem, der lider paa dig, for Menneskebørnenes Øjne.
20 Thou wilt conceal them in the secret of thy presence from the conspiracy of men: thou wilt keep them secretly in a pavilion from the strife of tongues.
Du skjuler dem i dit Aasyns Skjul for Menneskers Stimmel; du gemmer dem i en Hytte for Tungers Kiv.
21 Blessed be the Lord: for he hath shown me his kindness wonderfully in a beleaguered city.
Lovet være HERREN, thi underfuld Miskundhed har han vist mig i en befæstet Stad.
22 And yet had I said in my despondency, I am cut off from before thy eyes: nevertheless thou didst hear the voice of my supplications when I cried loudly unto thee.
Og jeg, som sagde i min Angst: »Jeg er bortstødt fra dine Øjne!« Visselig, du hørte min tryglende Røst, da jeg raabte til dig.
23 Oh love the Lord, all ye his pious ones: the Lord preserveth the faithful, and recompenses the presumption of him that acteth proudly.
Elsk HERREN, alle hans fromme; de trofaste skærmer HERREN; men den, der handler i Hovmod, gengælder han mangefold.
24 Be strong, and let your heart be of good courage, all ye that hope in the Lord.
Fat Mod, eders Hjerte være stærkt, alle I, som bier paa HERREN!
