Psalms 44
1 “To the chief musician, for the sons of Korach, a Maskil.” O God, with our ears have we heard, our fathers have told us, deeds which thou hadst done in their days, in times of old.
Til Sangmesteren. Af Koras Sønner. En Maskil.
2 Thou, with thy hand, didst indeed drive out nations, and plant them; thou didst ill-treat people, and cause them to spread out.
Gud, vi har hørt det med egne Ører, vore Fædre har fortalt os derom; du øved en Daad i deres Dage, i Fortids Dage med din Haand;
3 For not by their sword did they obtain possession of the land, and their own arm brought them no victory; but thy right hand, and thy arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst given them thy favor.
Folk drev du bort, men plantede hine, Folkeslag knuste du, men dem lod du brede sig;
4 Thou art my King, O God: ordain salvation for Jacob.
thi de fik ej Landet i Eje med Sværdet, det var ej deres Arm, der gav dem Sejr, men det var din højre, din Arm og dit Ansigts Lys, thi du havde dem kær.
5 Through thee will we butt down our assailants: through thy name will we tread under foot our opponents.
Du, du er min Konge, min Gud, som sender Jakob Sejr.
6 For not in my bow will I trust, and my sword shall not help me.
Ved dig nedstøder vi Fjenden, Modstanderne træder vi ned i dit Navn;
7 But thou helpest us against our assailants, and those that hate us thou puttest to shame.
thi ej paa min Bue stoler jeg, mit Sværd kan ikke give mig Sejr;
8 Of God we boast all the day, and to thy name will we give thanks for ever. (Selah)
men du gav os Sejr over Fjenden, du lod vore Avindsmænd blive til Skamme.
9 But [now] thou hast cast off, and put us to the blush, and goest not forth with our armies.
Vi roser os altid af Gud, dit Navn vil vi love for evigt. (Sela)
10 Thou causest us to turn back from before our assailant: and they who hate us take spoil for themselves.
Dog har du forstødt os, gjort os til Spot, du drager ej med vore Hære;
11 Thou givest us up like sheep for food, and among the nations hast thou dispersed us.
du lader os vige for Fjenden, vore Avindsmænd tager sig Bytte;
12 Thou sellest thy people for no value, and acquirest no gain by their price.
du har givet os hen som Slagtekvæg, og strøet os ud mellem Folkene,
13 Thou renderest us a reproach to our neighbors, a scorn and a derision to those that are round about us.
dit Folk har du solgt til Spotpris, vandt ikke Rigdom ved Salget.
14 Thou renderest us a by-word among the nations, a shaking of the head among the people.
Til Haan for Naboer gør du os, til Spot og Spe for Grander,
15 All the day is my disgrace before me, and the shame of my face covereth me;
du gør os til Mundheld blandt Folkene, lader Folkeslagene ryste paa Hovedet ad os.
16 Because of the voice of him that reproacheth and blasphemeth; by reason of the enemy and him that seeketh vengeance.
Min Skændsel er mig altid i Tanke, og Skam bedækker mit Aasyn
17 All this is come over us, yet have we not forgotten thee; nor have we dealt falsely by thy covenant;
for spottende, haanende Tale, for Fjendens og den hævngerriges Blikke.
18 Our heart is not moved backward, nor hath our step turned aside from thy path:
Alt det kom over os, skønt vi glemte dig ikke, sveg ikke heller din Pagt!
19 Even when thou didst crush us in the abode of monsters, and cover us with the shadow of death.
Vort Hjerte veg ikke fra dig, vore Skridt forlod ej din Vej.
20 If we had forgotten the name of our God, or spread forth our hands to a strange God:
Dog knuste du os, hvor Sjakalerne bor, og indhylled os i Mørke.
21 Would not God search out this? for he knoweth the secrets of the heart.
Havde vi glemt vor Guds Navn, bredt Hænderne ud mod en fremmed Gud,
22 But for thy sake are we slain all the day; we are counted as flocks [destined] for slaughter.
vilde Gud ej opspore det? Han kender jo Hjerternes Løndom —
23 Awake, wherefore wilt thou sleep, O Lord? arise, abandon us not for ever.
nej, for din Skyld dræbes vi Dagen lang og regnes som Slagtekvæg!
24 Wherefore wilt thou hide thy face, wilt thou forget our misery, and our oppression?
Vaagn op, hvi sover du, Herre? Bliv vaagen, forstød ej for stedse!
25 For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our body cleaveth unto the earth.
Hvorfor vil du skjule dit Aasyn, glemme vor Nød og Trængsel?
26 Arise unto our help, and redeem us for the sake of thy kindness.
Thi vor Sjæl ligger bøjet i Støvet, vort Legeme klæber ved Jorden. Staa op og kom os til Hjælp, forløs os for din Miskundheds Skyld!
