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 In the pride of the wicked the poor is hotly pursued; let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined.
Ved den ugudeliges Hovmod ængstes de elendige; de gribes i de Tanker, hvilke han optænkte.
3 For the wicked boasteth of his heart’s desire, and the covetous renounceth, [yea], contemneth the LORD.
Thi den ugudelige roser sig af sin Sjæls Begæring, og den rovgerrige velsigner sig, Herren foragter han.
4 The wicked, in the pride of his countenance, [saith], He will not require [it]. 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 ways are firm at all times; thy judgments are far above out of his sight: as for all his adversaries, 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 not be moved: to all generations I shall not 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 cursing and deceit and oppression: under his tongue is mischief and iniquity.
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 the covert places doth he murder the innocent: his eyes are privily set against the helpless.
Han sidder paa Lur i Byerne, i Skjul ihjelslaar han en uskyldig; hans Øjne spejde efter den svage.
9 He lurketh in the covert as a lion in his den: he lieth in wait to catch the poor: he doth catch the poor, when he draweth him in 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, he boweth down, and the helpless fall by his strong ones.
Knuste synke disse hen, og for hans vældige falde de svage.
11 He saith in his heart, God hath forgotten: he hideth his face; he will 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 poor.
Staa op, Herre! Gud, opløft din Haand, glem ikke de elendige!
13 Wherefore doth the wicked contemn God, and say in his heart, Thou wilt not require [it]?
Hvorfor skal en ugudelig foragte Gud? han siger i sit Hjerte: Du hjemsøger ikke.
14 Thon hast seen [it]; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to take it into thy hand: the helpless committeth [himself] unto thee; thou hast been 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 wicked; and as for the evil man, seek out his wickedness till thou find none.
Sønderbryd den ugudeliges Arm; og hjemsøg den ondes Ugudelighed, indtil du ikke finder den mere.
16 The LORD is King for ever and ever: the nations are perished out of his land.
Herren er Konge evindelig, og altid; Hedningerne omkomme af hans Land.
17 LORD, thou hast heard the desire of the meek: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:
Du, Herre! hører de elendiges Begæring, du styrker deres Hjerte, du lader dit Øre mærke derpaa
18 To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that man which is of the earth may be terrible no more.
for at skaffe den faderløse og ringe Ret; ej længer skal et Menneske, der er af Jorden, vedblive at volde Skræk.
