Psalms 41

1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in the day of evil.

(Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) Salig den Mand, der tager sig af de svage, ham frelser HERREN på Ulykkens Dag;

2 The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive, and he shall be blessed upon the earth; and deliver not thou him unto the will of his enemies.

HERREN vogter ham, holder ham i Live, det går ham vel i Landet, han giver ham ikke i Fjendevold.

3 The LORD will support him upon the couch of languishing: thou makest all his bed in his sickness.

På Sottesengen står HERREN ham bi, hans Smertensleje gør du ham let.

4 I said, O LORD, have mercy upon me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.

Så siger jeg da: Vær mig nådig, HERRE, helbred min Sjæl, jeg har syndet mod dig!

5 Mine enemies speak evil against me, [saying], When shall he die, and his name perish?

Mine Fjender ønsker mig ondt: "Hvornår mon han dør og hans Navn udslettes?"

6 And if he come to see [me], he speaketh vanity; his heart gathereth iniquity to itself: when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.

Kommer en i Besøg, så fører han hyklerisk Tale, hans Hjerte samler på ondt, og så går han bort og taler derom.

7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.

Mine Avindsmænd hvisker sammen imod mig, alle regner de med, at det går mig ilde:

8 An evil disease, [say they], cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

"En dødelig Sot har grebet ham; han ligger der - kommer aldrig op!"

9 Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.

Endog min Ven, som jeg stolede på, som spiste mit Brød, har løftet Hælen imod mig.

10 But thou, O LORD, have mercy upon me, and raise me up, that I may requite them.

Men du, o HERRE, vær mig nådig og rejs mig, så jeg kan øve Gengæld imod dem.

11 By this I know that thou delightest in me, because mine enemy doth not triumph over me.

Deraf kan jeg kende, at du har mig kær, at min Fjende ikke skal juble over mig.

12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.

Du holder mig oppe i Kraft af min Uskyld, lader mig stå for dit Åsyn til evig Tid.

13 Blessed be the LORD, the God of Israel, from everlasting and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.

Lovet være HERREN, Israels Gud, fra Evighed og til Evighed, Amen, Amen!