Psalms 40
1 [For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.] I waited patiently for Jehovah, and he turned to me, and heard my cry.
Til Sangmesteren. Af David. En Salme.
2 He also brought me up out of a pit of tumult, out of the miry clay; and he set my feet on a rock, making my steps secure.
Jeg biede trolig paa HERREN, han bøjed sig til mig og hørte mit Skrig.
3 And he has put a new song in my mouth, even praise to our God. Many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in Jehovah.
Han drog mig op af den brusende Grav, af det skidne Dynd, han satte min Fod paa en Klippe, gav Skridtene Fasthed,
4 Blessed is the man who makes Jehovah his trust, and doesn't respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
en ny Sang lagde han i min Mund, en Lovsang til vor Gud. Mange skal se det og frygte og stole paa HERREN.
5 Many, Jehovah, my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us. They can't be declared back to you. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
Salig den Mand, der sætter sin Lid til HERREN, ej vender sig til hovmodige eller dem, der hælder til Løgn.
6 Sacrifice and offering you did not desire, but a body you prepared for me. Whole burnt offering and sin offering you did not require.
Mange Undere gjorde du, HERRE min Gud, og mange Tanker tænkte du for os; de kan ikke opregnes for dig; ellers forkyndte og fortalte jeg dem; til at tælles er de for mange.
7 Then I said, "Look, I have come. It is written about me in the scroll of a book;
Til Slagt— og Afgrødeoffer har du ej Lyst, du gav mig aabne Ører, Brænd— og Syndoffer kræver du ikke.
8 to do your will, O God, I desired. And your Law is within my heart."
Da sagde jeg: »Se, jeg kommer, i Bogrullen er der givet mig Forskrift;
9 I have proclaimed glad news of righteousness in the great assembly. Look, I will not seal my lips, Jehovah, you know.
at gøre din Vilje, min Gud, er min Lyst, og din Lov er i mit Indre.«
10 I have not hidden your righteousness within my heart. I have declared your faithfulness and your salvation. I have not concealed your loving kindness and your truth from the great assembly.
I en stor Forsamling forkyndte jeg Retfærd, se, mine Læber lukked jeg ikke; HERRE, du ved det.
11 Do not withhold your tender mercies from me, Jehovah. Let your loving kindness and your truth continually preserve me.
Din Retfærd dulgte jeg ej i mit Hjerte, din Trofasthed og Frelse talte jeg Om, din Naade og Sandhed fornægted jeg ej i en stor Forsamling.
12 For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed me.
Du, HERRE, vil ikke lukke dit Hjerte for mig, din Naade og Sandhed skal altid være mit Værn.
13 Be pleased, Jehovah, to deliver me. Hurry to help me, Jehovah.
Thi Ulykker lejrer sig om mig i talløs Mængde, mine Synder har indhentet mig, saa jeg ikke kan se, de er flere end Hovedets Haar, og Modet har svigtet.
14 Let them be put to shame and confounded together who seek after my soul to destroy it. Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor who delight in my hurt.
Du værdiges, HERRE, at fri mig, HERRE, il mig til Hjælp.
15 Let them be desolate by reason of their shame that tell me, "Aha. Aha."
Lad dem beskæmmes og rødme, som vil mig til Livs, og de, der ønsker mig ondt, lad dem vige med Skændsel;
16 Let all those who seek you rejoice and be glad in you. Let such as love your salvation say continually, "Let Jehovah be exalted."
Lad dem stivne af Rædsel ved deres Skam, de, som siger: »Ha, ha!« til mig!
17 But I am poor and needy. May Jehovah think about me. You are my help and my deliverer. Do not delay, my God.
Lad alle, som søger dig, frydes og glædes i dig; lad dem, som elsker din Frelse, bestandig sige: »HERREN er stor!« Er jeg end arm og fattig, vil Herren dog tænke paa mig. Du er min Hjælp og min Frelser; tøv ej, min Gud!
