Psalms 17
1 A prayer of David. Listen to my plea for justice, Yahweh; pay attention to my call for help! Give ear to my prayer from lips without deceit.
(En bøn af David.) HERRE, hør en retfærdig Sag, lyt til min Klage lån Øre til Bøn fra svigløse Læber!
2 Let my vindication come from your presence; let your eyes see what is right!
Fra dig skal min Ret udgå, thi hvad ret er, ser dine Øjne.
3 If you test my heart, if you come to me in the night, you will purify me and will not find any evil plans; my mouth will not transgress.
Prøv mit Hjerte, se efter om Natten, ransag mig, du finder ej Svig hos mig.
4 As for the deeds of mankind, it is at the word of your lips that I have kept myself from the ways of the lawless.
Ej synded min Mund, hvad end Mennesker gjorde; ved dine Læbers Ord vogted jeg mig for Voldsmænds Veje;
5 My steps have held firmly to your tracks; my feet have not slipped.
mine Skridt har holdt dine Spor, jeg vaklede ej på min Gang.
6 I call to you, for you answer me, God; turn your ear to me and listen when I speak.
Jeg råber til dig, thi du svarer mig, Gud, bøj Øret til mig, hør på mit Ord!
7 Show your covenant faithfulness in a wonderful way, you who save by your right hand those who take refuge in you from their enemies!
Vis, dig underfuldt nådig, du Frelser for dem, der tyr til din højre for Fjender!
8 Protect me like the apple of your eye; hide me under the shadow of your wings
Vogt mig som Øjestenen, skjul mig i dine Vingers Skygge
9 from the presence of the wicked ones who assault me, my enemies who surround me.
for gudløse, der øver Vold imod mig, glubske Fjender, som omringer mig;
10 They have no mercy on anyone; their mouths speak with pride.
de har lukket deres Hjerte med Fedt, deres Mund fører Hovmodstale.
11 They have surrounded my steps. They set their eyes to strike me to the ground.
De omringer os, overalt hvor vi går, de sigter på at slå os til Jorden.
12 They are like a lion eager for a victim, like a young lion crouching in hidden places.
De er som den rovgridske Løve, den unge Løve, der ligger på Lur.
13 Arise, Yahweh! Attack them! Throw them down on their faces! Rescue my life from the wicked by your sword!
Rejs dig, HERRE, træd ham i Møde, kast ham til Jorden, fri med dit Sværd min Sjæl fra den gudløses Vold,
14 Rescue me from men by your hand, Yahweh, from men of this world whose prosperity is in this life alone! You will fill the bellies of your treasured ones with riches; they will have many children and will leave their wealth to their children.
fra Mændene, HERRE, med din Hånd, fra dødelige Mænd - lad dem få deres Del i levende Live! Fyld deres Bug med dit Forråd af Vrede, lad Børnene mættes dermed og efterlade deres Børn, hvad de levner!
15 As for me, I will see your face in righteousness; I will be satisfied, when I awake, with a sight of you.
Men jeg skal i Retfærd skue dit Åsyn, mættes ved din Skikkelse, når jeg vågner.
