Psalms 44
1 For the Chief Musician. By the sons of Korah. A contemplative psalm. We have heard with our ears, God; our fathers have told us what work you did in their days, in the days of old.
(Til sangmesteren. Af Koras sønner. En maskil.) Gud, vi har hørt det med egne ører, vore Fædre har fortalt os derom; du øved en Dåd i deres Dage, i Fortids Dage med din Hånd;
2 You drove out the nations with your hand, but you planted them. You afflicted the peoples, but you spread them abroad.
Folk drev du bort, men plantede hine, Folkeslag knuste du, men dem lod du brede sig;
3 For they didn’t get the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them; but your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, because you were favorable to them.
thi de fik ej Landet i Eje med Sværdet, det var ej deres Arm, der gav dem Sejr, men det var din højre, din Arm og dit Ansigts Lys, thi du havde dem kær.
4 God, you are my King. Command victories for Jacob!
Du, du er min Konge, min Gud, som sender Jakob Sejr.
5 Through you, we will push down our adversaries. Through your name, we will tread down those who rise up against us.
Ved dig nedstøder vi Fjenden, Modstanderne træder vi ned i dit Navn;
6 For I will not trust in my bow, neither will my sword save me.
thi ej på min Bue stoler jeg, mit Sværd kan ikke give mig Sejr;
7 But you have saved us from our adversaries, and have shamed those who hate us.
men du gav os Sejr over Fjenden, du lod vore Avindsmænd blive til Skamme.
8 In God we have made our boast all day long. We will give thanks to your name forever. (Selah)
Vi roser os altid af Gud, dit Navn vil vi love for evigt. (Sela)
9 But now you rejected us, and brought us to dishonor, and don’t go out with our armies.
Dog har du forstødt os, gjort os til Spot, du drager ej med vore Hære;
10 You make us turn back from the adversary. Those who hate us take plunder for themselves.
du lader os vige for Fjenden, vore Avindsmænd tager sig Bytte;
11 You have made us like sheep for food, and have scattered us among the nations.
du har givet os hen som Slagtekvæg, og strøet os ud mellem Folkene,
12 You sell your people for nothing, and have gained nothing from their sale.
dit Folk har du solgt til Spotpris, vandt ikke Rigdom ved Salget.
13 You make us a reproach to our neighbors, a scoffing and a derision to those who are around us.
Til Hån for Naboer gør du os, til Spot og Spe for Grander,
14 You make us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the peoples.
du gør os til Mundheld blandt Folkene, lader Folkeslagene ryste på Hovedet ad os.
15 All day long my dishonor is before me, and shame covers my face,
Min Skændsel er mig altid i Tanke, og Skam bedækker mit Åsyn
16 at the taunt of one who reproaches and verbally abuses, because of the enemy and the avenger.
for spottende, hånende Tale, for Fjendens og den hævngerriges Blikke.
17 All this has come on us, yet we haven’t forgotten you. We haven’t been false to your covenant.
Alt det kom over os, skønt vi glemte dig ikke, sveg ikke heller din Pagt!
18 Our heart has not turned back, neither have our steps strayed from your path,
Vort Hjerte veg ikke fra dig, vore Skridt forlod ej din Vej.
19 though you have crushed us in the haunt of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of death.
Dog knuste du os, hvor Sjakalerne bor, og indhylled os i Mørke.
20 If we have forgotten the name of our God, or spread out our hands to a strange god,
Havde vi glemt vor Guds Navn, bredt Hænderne ud mod en fremmed Gud,
21 won’t God search this out? For he knows the secrets of the heart.
vilde Gud ej opspore det? Han kender jo Hjerternes Løn dom
22 Yes, for your sake we are killed all day long. We are regarded as sheep for the slaughter.
nej, for din Skyld dræbes vi Dagen lang og regnes som Slagtekvæg!
23 Wake up! Why do you sleep, Lord? Arise! Don’t reject us forever.
Vågn op, hvi sover du, Herre? Bliv vågen, forstød ej for stedse!
24 Why do you hide your face, and forget our affliction and our oppression?
Hvorfor vil du skjule dit Åsyn, glemme vor Nød og Trængsel?
25 For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our body clings to the earth.
Thi vor Sjæl ligger bøjet i Støvet, vort Legeme klæber ved Jorden.
26 Rise up to help us. Redeem us for your loving kindness’ sake.
Stå op og kom os til Hjælp, forløs os for din Miskundheds Skyld!
