Psalms 141
1 A psalm of David. Yahweh, I am crying out to you; come quickly to me. Listen to me when I call to you.
Herre! jeg har raabt til dig, skynd dig til mig, vend dine Øren til min Røst, naar jeg kalder paa dig.
2 May my prayer be like incense before you; may my lifted hands be like the evening sacrifice.
Lad min Bøn staa som et Røgelseoffer for dit Ansigt, mine Hænders Opløftelse som et Aftenmadoffer.
3 Yahweh, place a guard over my mouth; guard the door of my lips.
Herre! sæt Vagt for min Mund, tag Vare paa mine Læbers Dør.
4 Do not let my heart desire any evil thing or participate in sinful activities with men who behave wickedly. May I not eat any of their delicacies.
Bøj ikke mit Hjerte til nogen ond Handel, til at bedrive Misgerninger i Ugudelighed i Samfund med Mænd, som øve Uret; og lad mig ikke æde af deres lækre Mad!
5 Let a righteous man hit me; it will be a kindness to me. Let him correct me; it will be like oil on my head; may my head not refuse to accept it. But my prayer is always against their wicked deeds.
Lad en retfærdig slaa mig i Kærlighed og revse mig; mit Hoved skal ikke vise Hovedolien fra sig; thi min Bøn skal fremdeles møde hines Ondskab.
6 Their leaders will be thrown down from the top of cliffs; they will hear that my own words are pleasant.
Deres Dommere ere nedstyrtede i Klippens Favn; og de selv have hørt mine Ord, at de vare liflige.
7 They will have to say, “As when one plows and breaks up the ground, so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.” (Sheol h7585)
Som naar en pløjer og furer Jorden, saa ere vore Ben spredte ved Dødsrigets Svælg. (Sheol h7585)
8 Surely my eyes are on you, Yahweh, Lord; in you I take refuge; do not leave my soul defenseless.
Thi til dig, Herre, Herre! se mine Øjne hen; paa dig forlader jeg mig; giv ikke min Sjæl til Pris!
9 Protect me from the snares that they have laid for me, from the traps of evildoers.
Bevar mig fra Snaren, som de have udstillet for mig, og fra deres Garn, som gøre Uret.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets while I escape.
Lad de ugudelige falde i deres eget Garn, medens jeg derhos slipper forbi.
