Psalms 41
1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. O the blessedness of him Who is acting wisely to the poor, In a day of evil YHWH delivers him.
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
2 YHWH preserves him and revives him, He is blessed in the land, And You do not give him into the will of his enemies.
Salig den Mand, der tager sig af de svage, ham frelser HERREN paa Ulykkens Dag;
3 YHWH supports [him] on a bed of sickness, You have turned his bed in his weakness.
HERREN vogter ham, holder ham i Live, det gaar ham vel i Landet, han giver ham ikke i Fjendevold.
4 I said, “O YHWH, favor me, Heal my soul, for I sinned against You,”
Paa Sottesengen staar HERREN ham bi, hans Smertensleje gør du ham let.
5 My enemies say evil of me: When he dies—his name has perished!
Saa siger jeg da: Vær mig naadig, HERRE, helbred min Sjæl, jeg har syndet mod dig!
6 And if he came to see—he speaks vanity, His heart gathers iniquity to itself, He goes out—at the street he speaks.
Mine Fjender ønsker mig ondt: »Hvornaar mon han dør og hans Navn udslettes?«
7 All hating me whisper together against me, Against me they devise evil to me:
Kommer en i Besøg, saa fører han hyklerisk Tale, hans Hjerte samler paa ondt, og saa gaar han bort og taler derom.
8 A worthless thing is poured out on him, And because he lay down he does not rise again.
Mine Avindsmænd hvisker sammen imod mig, alle regner de med, at det gaar mig ilde:
9 Even my ally, in whom I trusted, One eating my bread, Made the heel great against me,
»En dødelig Sot har grebet ham; han ligger der — kommer aldrig op!«
10 And You, YHWH, favor me, And cause me to rise, And I give repayment to them.
Endog min Ven, som jeg stolede paa, som spiste mit Brød, har løftet Hælen imod mig.
11 By this I have known, That You have delighted in me, Because my enemy does not shout over me.
Men du, o HERRE, vær mig naadig og rejs mig, saa jeg kan øve Gengæld imod dem.
12 As for me, in my integrity, You have taken hold on me, And cause me to stand before You for all time.
Deraf kan jeg kende, at du har mig kær, at min Fjende ikke skal juble over mig.
13 Blessed [is] YHWH, God of Israel, From age to age. Amen and Amen.
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!
