Psalms 28

1 David’s. Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, O my Rock! do not turn in silence from me, —lest, if thou turn from me in silence, I be like them who go down into the pit.

(Af David.) Jeg råber til dig, o Herre, min Klippe, vær ikke tavs imod mig, at jeg ej, når du tier, skal blive som de, der synker i Graven.

2 Hear the voice of my supplication, when I cry to thee for help, when I lift up my hands toward thy holy shrine.

Hør min tryglende Røst, når jeg råber til dig, løfter Hænderne op mod dit hellige Tempel.

3 Do not drag me away—with the lawless, or with the workers of iniquity, —who speak peaceably with their neighbours, but, wrong, is in their heart.

Riv mig ej bort med gudløse, Udådsmænd, som har ondt i Sinde mod Næsten trods venlige Ord.

4 Give them, according to their deed, and, according to the wrong of their practices, —According to the work of their own hands, give thou unto them, Bring back their own dealing to themselves.

Løn dem for deres Idræt og onde Gerninger; løn dem for deres Hænders Værk, gengæld dem efter Fortjeneste!

5 Because they heed not The Deeds of Yahweh, or the Work of his hands, he will pull them down, and not build them.

Thi HERRENs Gerning ænser de ikke, ej heller hans Hænders Værk. Han nedbryde dem og opbygge dem ej!

6 Blessed be Yahweh, Because he hath heard the voice of my supplication.

Lovet være HERREN, thi han har hørt min tryglende Røst;

7 Yahweh, is my strength and my shield, In him, hath trusted my heart, and I have found help, —Therefore hath my heart danced for joy, and, with my song, do I praise him.

min Styrke, mit Skjold er HERREN, mit Hjerte stoler på ham. Jeg fik Hjælp, mit Hjerte jubler, jeg takker ham med min Sang.

8 Yahweh, is strength to his people, —And, the all-saving refuge of his Anointed One, is he!

HERREN er Værn for sit Folk, sin Salvedes Tilflugt og Frelse.

9 Oh save thy people, and bless thine inheritance, Tend them also, and carry them, Unto times age-abiding.

Frels dit Folk og velsign din Arv, røgt dem og bær dem til evig Tid!