Psalms 10
1 Why standest thou afar off, O LORD? Why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?
Herre! hvorfor staar du saa langt borte! hvorfor skjuler du dig i Nødens Tider?
2 Through the haughtiness of the wicked the poor are in distress; They are caught in the wiles which are contrived for them.
Ved den ugudeliges Hovmod ængstes de elendige; de gribes i de Tanker, hvilke han optænkte.
3 The wicked boasteth of his heart's desire; The rapacious renounceth and contemneth Jehovah.
Thi den ugudelige roser sig af sin Sjæls Begæring, og den rovgerrige velsigner sig, Herren foragter han.
4 The wicked [[saith]] in his haughtiness, “He careth not!” All his thoughts are, “There is no God.”
Den ugudelige sætter Næsen højt og siger: Der er ingen Hjemsøgelse; der er ingen Gud, saa ere alle hans Tanker.
5 His course is always prosperous; Far in the heights are thy judgments from him; As for all his enemies, he puffeth at them.
Hans Veje lykkes altid, dine Domme ere ham for høje; han trodser alle sine Fjender.
6 He saith in his heart, “I shall never fall; I shall never be in adversity.”
Han siger i sit Hjerte: Jeg skal ikke rokkes, fra Slægt til Slægt skal jeg ikke komme i Ulykke.
7 His mouth is full of perjury, deceit, and oppression; Mischief and injustice are upon his tongue.
Hans Mund er fuld af Banden og Svig og Bedrageri, under hans Tunge er Uret og Ondskab.
8 He sitteth in the lurking-places of the villages; In secret places doth he murder the innocent; His eyes are secretly fixed upon the poor.
Han sidder paa Lur i Byerne, i Skjul ihjelslaar han en uskyldig; hans Øjne spejde efter den svage.
9 He secretly lieth in wait, like a lion in a thicket; He lieth in wait to seize upon the helpless; He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.
Han lurer i Skjul som en Løve i sin Hule, han lurer paa at gribe en elendig; han griber den elendige, idet han drager ham i sit Garn.
10 He croucheth, and lowereth himself, And the wretched fall into his paws.
Knuste synke disse hen, og for hans vældige falde de svage.
11 He saith in his heart, “God doth forget; He hideth his face; he doth never see it.”
Han siger i sit Hjerte: Gud har glemt det, han har skjult sit Ansigt, han ser det ikke i Evighed.
12 Arise, O LORD! O God, lift up thine hand: Forget not the distressed!
Staa op, Herre! Gud, opløft din Haand, glem ikke de elendige!
13 Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God, And say in his heart, “He careth not for it”?
Hvorfor skal en ugudelig foragte Gud? han siger i sit Hjerte: Du hjemsøger ikke.
14 Thou dost see it; yea, thou beholdest malice and oppression, And markest it upon thy hand! The poor committeth himself to thee; Thou art the helper of the fatherless.
Du ser det! thi du skuer Møje og Fortræd, saa at de kunne lægges i din Haand; den svage forlader sig paa dig, du har været den faderløses Hjælper.
15 Break thou the arm of the unjust and wicked man; Seek out his wickedness, till thou canst find none!
Sønderbryd den ugudeliges Arm; og hjemsøg den ondes Ugudelighed, indtil du ikke finder den mere.
16 Jehovah is king for ever and ever; The gentiles shall perish out of his land.
Herren er Konge evindelig, og altid; Hedningerne omkomme af hans Land.
17 Thou, O LORD! wilt hear the desires of the distressed; Thou wilt strengthen their hearts; Thou wilt lend a listening ear!
Du, Herre! hører de elendiges Begæring, du styrker deres Hjerte, du lader dit Øre mærke derpaa
18 Thou wilt maintain the cause of the fatherless and the oppressed, That henceforth none may be driven from the land.
for at skaffe den faderløse og ringe Ret; ej længer skal et Menneske, der er af Jorden, vedblive at volde Skræk.
