< Psalms 64 >
1 For the leader. A psalm of David. Hear, O my God, the voice of my lament: guard my life from the dread of the foe.
(Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) Hør, o Gud, min røst, når jeg klager, skærm mit Liv mod den rædsomme Fjende;
2 Hide me from villains who secretly plot, from the blustering throng of the workers of evil,
skjul mig for Ugerningsmændenes Råd, for Udådsmændenes travle Hob.
3 who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, and aimed bitter words like arrows,
der hvæsser Tungen som Sværd, lægger giftige Ord på Buen
4 which from ambush they launch at the blameless, shooting swiftly and unafraid.
for i Løn at ramme den skyldfri, ramme ham brat og uset.
5 They strengthen their wicked purpose, they tell of the snares they have hidden, they say to themselves, “Who can see?”
Ihærdigt lægger de onde Råd, skryder af, at de lægger Snarer siger: "Hvem skulde se os?"
6 They think out their crimes full cunningly hidden deep in their crafty hearts.
De udtænker onde Gerninger, fuldfører en gennemtænkt Tanke - og Menneskets Indre og Hjerte er dybt.
7 But God with his arrow will shoot them, swiftly shall they be smitten.
Da rammer Gud dem med en Pil af Slaget rammes de brat;
8 For their tongue he will bring them to ruin, all will shudder with horror at the sight of them.
han styrter dem for deres Tunges Skyld. Enhver, som ser dem, ryster på Hovedet;
9 Then every person, touched to awe, as they ponder what God has wrought, will tell the tale of his deeds.
alle Mennesker frygter, forkynder, hvad Gud har gjort, og fatter hans Hænders Geming;
10 In the Lord shall the righteous rejoice, in him shall they take refuge; and all the true-hearted shall glory.
de retfærdige glædes i HERREN og lider på ham, de oprigtige af Hjertet jubler til Hobe!