Psalms 140
1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. Deliver me, O YHWH, from an evil man, Keep me from one of violence.
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
2 Who have devised evils in the heart, All the day they assemble [for] wars.
Red mig, HERRE, fra onde Mennesker, vær mig et Værn mod Voldsmænd,
3 They sharpened their tongue as a serpent, Poison of a viper [is] under their lips. (Selah)
der pønser paa ondt i Hjertet og daglig ægger til Strid.
4 Preserve me, YHWH, from the hands of the wicked, Keep me from one of violence, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.
De hvæsser Tungen som Slanger, har Øglegift under deres Læber. (Sela)
5 The proud hid a snare for me—and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, They have set snares for me. (Selah)
Vogt mig, HERRE, for gudløses Haand, vær mig et Værn mod Voldsmænd, som pønser paa at bringe mig til Fald.
6 I have said to YHWH, “You [are] my God, Hear, YHWH, the voice of my supplications.”
Hovmodige lægger Snarer og Strikker for mig, breder et Net for min Fod, lægger Fælder for mig ved Vejen. (Sela)
7 O YHWH, my Lord, strength of my salvation, You have covered my head in the day of armor.
Jeg siger til HERREN: Du er min Gud, HERRE, lyt til min tryglende Røst!
8 Do not grant, O YHWH, the desires of the wicked, Do not bring forth his wicked scheme, They are high. (Selah)
HERRE, Herre, min Frelses Styrke, du skærmer mit Hoved paa Stridens Dag.
9 The chief of my surrounders, The perverseness of their lips covers them.
Opfyld ej, HERRE, den gudløses Ønsker, lad ikke hans Raad have Fremgang!
10 They cause burning coals to fall on themselves, He casts them into fire, Into deep pits—they do not arise.
Lad dem ikke løfte Hovedet mod mig, lad deres Trusler ramme dem selv!
11 A talkative man is not established in the earth, One of violence—evil hunts to overflowing.
Det regne paa dem med gloende Kul, styrt dem i Dybet, ej staa de op!
12 I have known that YHWH executes The judgment of the afflicted, The judgment of the needy.
Lad ikke Bagtaleren holde sig i Landet, ondt ramme Voldsmanden Slag i Slag!
13 Surely the righteous give thanks to Your Name, The upright dwell with Your presence!
Jeg ved, at HERREN vil føre de armes Sag og skaffe de fattige Ret. For vist skal retfærdige prise dit Navn, oprigtige bo for dit Aasyn.
