Psalms 64

1 To the chief Musician, a Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.

Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:

Hør, o Gud, min Røst, naar jeg klager, skærm mit Liv mod den rædsomme Fjende;

3 Who whet their tongue like a sword, [and] bend [their bows to shoot] their arrows, [even] bitter words:

skjul mig for Ugerningsmændenes Raad, for Udaadsmændenes travle Hob,

4 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

der hvæsser Tungen som Sværd, lægger giftige Ord paa Buen

5 They encourage themselves [in] an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who will see them?

for i Løn at ramme den skyldfri, ramme ham brat og uset.

6 They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward [thought] of every one [of them], and the heart, [is] deep.

Ihærdigt lægger de onde Raad, skryder af, at de lægger Snarer, siger: »Hvem skulde se os?«

7 But God shall shoot at them [with] an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.

De udtænker onde Gerninger, fuldfører en gennemtænkt Tanke — og Menneskets Indre og Hjerte er dybt.

8 So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away.

Da rammer Gud dem med en Pil, af Slaget rammes de brat;

9 And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing.

han styrter dem for deres Tunges Skyld. Enhver, som ser dem, ryster paa Hovedet;

10 The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.

alle Mennesker frygter, forkynder, hvad Gud har gjort, og fatter hans Hænders Gerning; de retfærdige glædes i HERREN og lider paa ham, de oprigtige af Hjertet jubler til Hobe!