Psalms 31
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. In thee, O Yahweh, have I sought refuge, Let me not be ashamed to times age-abiding, In thy righteousness, deliver me:
(Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) HERRE, jeg lider på dig, lad mig aldrig i Evighed skuffes. Udfri mig i din Retfærd,
2 Incline unto me, thine ear, Speedily rescue me, —Become to me a Rock of refuge, a Place of security, For saving me.
du bøje dit Øre til mig; red mig i Hast og vær mig en Tilflugtsklippe, en Klippeborg til min Frelse;
3 Because, my mountain crag and my stronghold, thou art, Therefore, for the sake of thine own Name, wilt thou lead me and guide me?
thi du er min Klippe og Borg. For dit Navns Skyld lede og føre du mig,
4 Wilt thou bring me forth, out of the net which they have hidden for me? For, thou, art my refuge.
fri mig fra Garnet, de satte for mig; thi du er min Tilflugt,
5 Into thy hand, do I commit my spirit—Thou hast ransomed me, O Yahweh, GOD most faithful.
i din Hånd befaler jeg min Ånd. Du forløser mig, HERRE, du tro faste Gud,
6 I hate such as give heed to false vanities, I, then, in Yahweh, have set my hope.
du hader dem, der bolder på Løgneguder. Men jeg, jeg stoler på HERREN,
7 I will indeed exult and rejoice, in thy lovingkindness, —In that thou hast looked upon my humiliation, thou hast taken note that in distresses was my life;
jeg vil juble og glæde mig over din Miskundhed; thi du har set min Nød, agtet på min Sjælekvide.
8 And hast not shut me up in the hand of the foe, Thou hast given standing, in a roomy place, unto my feet.
Du gav mig ikke i Fjendens Hånd, men skaffede Rum for min Fod.
9 Show me favour, O Yahweh, for in distress am I, —Wasted with vexation, is mine eye—my soul and my body;
Vær mig nådig, HERRE, thi jeg er angst, af Kummer hentæres mit Øje, min Sjæl og mit Indre.
10 For, consumed with sorrow, is my life, and my years with sighing, —My strength hath staggered with my humiliation, and, my bones, are without marrow.
Thi mit Liv svinder hen i Sorg, mine År i Suk, min Kraft er brudt for min Brødes Skyld, mine Ben hentæres.
11 By reason of all mine adversaries, have I become a reproach. Even to my neighbours, altogether, and a dread to mine acquaintance, —They who have seen me abroad, have fled from me:
For alle mine Fjenders Skyld er jeg blevet til Spot, mine Naboers Gru, mine Keodinges Rædsel; de, der ser mig på Gaden, flygter for mig.
12 I have been forgotten, like one dead—out of mind, I have been as a missing vessel.
Som en død er jeg gået dem at Minde, jeg er som et ødelagt Kar.
13 For I have heard the whispering of many—A terror round about! When they have sat in conclave together against me, to take away my life, have they intrigued.
Thi mange hører jeg hviske, trindt om er Rædsel, når de holder Råd imod mig, pønser på at tage mit Liv.
14 I, therefore. in thee, have put my trust, O Yahweh, I have said, My God, thou art!
Men, HERRE, jeg stoler på dig; jeg siger: Du er min Gud,
15 In thy hand, are my times, Rescue me from the hand of my foes and from my pursuers!
mine Tider er i din Hånd. Red mig fra Fjenders Hånd, fra dem, der forfølger mig,
16 Cause thy face to shine upon thy servant, Save me in thy lovingkindness.
lad dit Ansigt lyse over din Tjener, frels mig i din Miskundhed.
17 O Yahweh! let me not be ashamed, For I have called upon thee, Let the lawless be ashamed, Go down in silence to hades! (Sheol h7585)
HERRE, lad mig ej blive til Skamme, jeg råber jo til dig, lad de gudløse blive til Skamme og synke tavse i Døden. (Sheol h7585)
18 Let false lips be made dumb, —which are speaking—against a righteous one—arrogantly, with pride and contempt.
Lad de falske Læber forstumme, som taler frækt om den retfærdige med Hovmod og Foragt.
19 How great is thy goodness, which thou hast hidden away for them who revere thee, —Thou hast wrought for them who seek refuge in thee, in sight of the sons of men.
Hvor stor er dog din Godhed, som du gemmer til dem, der frygter dig, over mod dem, der lider på dig, for Menneskebørnenes Øjne.
20 Thou wilt conceal them, in the secrecy of thine own presence, from the conspiracies of men, —Thou wilt hide them in a pavilion, from the strife of tongues.
Du skjuler dem i dit Åsyns Skjul for Menneskers Stimmel; du gemmer dem i en Hytte for Tungers Kiv.
21 Blessed be Yahweh, for he hath made wonderful his lovingkindness for me, in a fortified city.
Lovet være HERREN, thi under fuld Miskundhed har han vist mig i en befæstet Stad.
22 But, I, had said in mine alarm, I am cut off from before thine eyes, —But, indeed, thou didst hear the voice of my supplication, when I cried for help unto thee.
Og jeg, som sagde i min Angst: "Jeg er bortstødt fra dine Øjne!" Visselig, du hørte min tryglende Røst, da jeg råbte til dig.
23 Love Yahweh, all ye his men of lovingkindness, —Faithfulness, doth Yahweh observe, but repayeth abundantly him that worketh proudly.
Elsk HERREN, alle hans fromme; de trofaste skærmer HERREN; men den, der handler i Hovmod, gengælder han mangefold.
24 Be strong, and let your heart be bold, all ye who are waiting for Yahweh.
Fat Mod, eders Hjerte være stærkt, alle I, som bier på HERREN!
