Psalms 59
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him. Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.
Til Sangmesteren. Al-tasjhet. Af David. En Miktam, da Saul udsendte Folk, som skulle vogte Huset for at dræbe ham.
2 Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.
Fri mig fra mine Fjender, min Gud, bjærg mig fra dem, der rejser sig mod mig;
3 For, behold, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, LORD.
fri mig fra Udaadsmænd, frels mig fra blodstænkte Mænd!
4 I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!
Thi se, de lurer efter min Sjæl, stærke Mænd stimler sammen imod mig, uden at jeg har Skyld eller Brøde.
5 You, LORD God of Armies, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. (Selah)
Uden at jeg har forbrudt mig, HERRE, stormer de frem og stiller sig op. Vaagn op og kom mig i Møde, se til!
6 They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.
Du er jo HERREN, Hærskarers Gud, Israels Gud. Vaagn op og hjemsøg alle Folkene, skaan ej een af de troløse Niddinger! (Sela)
7 Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, “For”, they say, “who hears us?”
Ved Aften kommer de tilbage, hyler som Hunde og stryger gennem Byen!
8 But you, LORD, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.
Se, deres Mund løber over, paa deres Læber er Sværd, thi: »Hvem skulde høre det?«
9 Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.
Men du, o HERRE, du ler ad dem, du spotter alle Folk,
10 My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.
dig vil jeg lovsynge, du, min Styrke, thi Gud er mit Værn;
11 Don’t kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.
med Naade kommer min Gud mig i Møde, Gud lader mig se mine Fjender med Fryd!
12 For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.
Slaa dem ikke ihjel, at ikke mit Folk skal glemme, gør dem hjemløse med din Vælde og styrt dem,
13 Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the ends of the earth. (Selah)
giv dem hen, o Herre, i Mundens Synd, i Læbernes Ord, og lad dem hildes i deres Hovmod for de Eder og Løgne, de siger;
14 At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.
udryd dem i Vrede, gør Ende paa dem, saa man kan kende til Jordens Ender, at Gud er Hersker i Jakob! (Sela)
15 They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren’t satisfied.
Ved Aften kommer de tilbage, hyler som Hunde og stryger gennem Byen,
16 But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.
vanker rundt efter Føde og knurrer, naar de ikke mættes.
17 To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.
Men jeg, jeg vil synge om din Styrke, juble hver Morgen over din Naade; thi du blev mig et Værn, en Tilflugt paa Nødens Dag. Dig vil jeg lovsynge, du, min Styrke, thi Gud er mit Værn, min naadige Gud.
