Psalms 41
1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Blessed is he that considereth the poor: the LORD will deliver him in the time of trouble.
Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.
2 The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him to the will of his enemies.
Salig den, som handler forstandigt imod den ringe; Herren skal redde ham paa den onde Dag.
3 The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.
Herren skal bevare ham og holde ham ved Live, han skal blive lyksalig paa Jorden; og du skal ikke give ham hen i hans Fjenders Villie.
4 I said, LORD, be merciful to me: heal my soul; for I have sinned against thee.
Herren skal opholde ham paa Sygesengen; du har hjulpet ham op igen fra hvert Sygeleje.
5 My enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
Jeg sagde: Herre! vær mig naadig, helbred min Sjæl; thi jeg har syndet imod dig.
6 And if he cometh to see me, he speaketh vanity: his heart gathereth iniquity to itself; when he goeth abroad, he telleth it.
Mine Fjender tale ondt om mig: Naar skal han dog dø og hans Navn forgaa?
7 All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
Og dersom een kommer at se mig, taler han Falskhed, hans Hjerte samler paa Uret; gaar han ud udenfor, da taler han derom.
8 An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast to him: and now that he lieth he shall rise no more.
Alle mine Avindsmænd hviske sammen imod mig; de optænke imod mig det, som er mig ondt.
9 Yea, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
De sige: Der hænger en Niddingsdaad fast ved ham, og saasom han ligger, skal han ikke staa op mere.
10 But thou, O LORD, be merciful to me, and raise me up, that I may repay them.
Ogsaa den Mand, som havde Fred med mig, hvem jeg forlod mig paa, som aad mit Brød, han opløftede sin Hæl imod mig.
11 By this I know that thou favourest me, because my enemy doth not triumph over me.
Men du, Herre! vær mig naadig og rejs mig op, saa vil jeg betale dem.
12 And as for me, thou upholdest me in my integrity, and settest me before thy face for ever.
Derpaa kender jeg, at du har Behagelighed til mig, at min Fjende ikke skal faa Glæde over mig.
13 Blessed be the LORD God of Israel from everlasting, and to everlasting. Amen, and Amen.
Men mig opholder du og sætter mig for dit Ansigt evindelig i min Oprigtighed. Lovet være Herren, Israels Gud, fra Evighed og indtil Evighed! Amen, ja, Amen.
