Psalms 57
1 To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yes, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until [these] calamities are overpast.
Til Sangmesteren. Al-tasjhet. Af David. En Miktam, da han flygtede ind i Hulen for Saul.
2 I will cry to God most high; to God that performeth [all things] for me.
Vær mig naadig, Gud, vær mig naadig, thi hos dig har min Sjæl søgt Ly; i dine Vingers Skygge søger jeg Ly, til Ulykken er drevet over.
3 He shall send from heaven, and save me [from] the reproach of him that would swallow me up. (Selah) God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.
Gud, den Højeste, paakalder jeg, den Gud, der gør vel imod mig;
4 My soul [is] among lions: [and] I lie [even among] them that are set on fire, [even] the sons of men, whose teeth [are] spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
han sender mig Hjælp fra Himlen og frelser min Sjæl fra dem, som vil mig til Livs. Gud sender sin Naade og Trofasthed.
5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; [let] thy glory [be] above all the earth.
Jeg maa ligge midt iblandt Løver, bo mellem Folk, der spyr Ild, hvis Tænder er Spyd og Pile, hvis Tunge er hvas som et Sværd.
6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst of which they have fallen [themselves]. (Selah)
Løft dig, o Gud, over Himlen, din Herlighed være over al Jorden!
7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
Et Net har de udspændt for mine Skridt, deres egen Fod skal hildes deri; en Grav har de gravet foran mig, selv skal de falde deri. (Sela)
8 Awake, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I [myself] will awake early.
Mit Hjerte er trøstigt, Gud, mit Hjerte er trøstigt; jeg vil synge og lovprise dig,
9 I will praise thee, O LORD, among the people: I will sing to thee among the nations.
vaagn op, min Ære! Harpe og Citer vaagn op, jeg vil vække Morgenrøden.
10 For thy mercy [is] great to the heavens, and thy truth to the clouds.
Jeg vil takke dig, Herre, blandt Folkeslag, prise dig blandt Folkefærd;
11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: [let] thy glory [be] above all the earth.
thi din Miskundhed naar til Himlen, din Sandhed til Skyerne. Løft dig, o Gud, over Himlen, din Herlighed være over al Jorden!
