Psalms 55
1 To the Overseer with stringed instruments. — An instruction, by David. Give ear, O God, [to] my prayer, And hide not from my supplication.
Til Sangmesteren. Med Strengespil. En Maskil af David. Lyt, o Gud, til min Bøn, skjul dig ej for min Tryglen,
2 Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my (meditation) and make a noise,
laan mig Øre og svar mig, jeg vaander mig i Klage,
3 Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.
jeg stønner ved Fjendernes Raab og de gudløses Skrig; thi Ulykke vælter de over mig, forfølger mig grumt;
4 My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
Hjertet er angst i mit Bryst, Dødens Rædsler er faldet over mig.
5 Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
Frygt og Angst falder paa mig, Gru er over mig.
6 And I say, 'Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
Jeg siger: Ak, havde jeg Vinger som Duen, da fløj jeg i Ly,
7 Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. (Selah)
ja, langt bort vilde jeg fly og blive i Ørkenen. (Sela)
8 I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
Da søgte jeg skyndsomt Tilflugt for rivende Storm og Uvejr.
9 Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongue, For I saw violence and strife in a city.
Herre, forvir og split deres Tungemaal! Thi Vold og Ufred ser jeg i Byen;
10 By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness [are] in its midst,
de gaar Rundgang Dag og Nat paa dens Mure;
11 Mischiefs [are] in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.
Ulykke, Kvide og Vanheld raader derinde, Voldsfærd og Svig viger aldrig bort fra dens Torve.
12 For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear [it], He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him.
Det var ikke en Fjende, som haaned mig — det kunde bæres; min Uven ydmyged mig ej — ham kunde jeg undgaa;
13 But thou, a man — as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance.
men du, en Mand af min Stand, en Ven og fortrolig,
14 When together we sweeten counsel, Into the house of God we walk in company.
og det skønt vi delte Samværets Sødme, vandred endrægtelig i Guds Hus.
15 Desolations [are] upon them, They go down [to] Sheol — alive, For wickedness [is] in their dwelling, in their midst. (Sheol h7585)
Over dem komme Død, lad dem levende synke i Dødsriget! Thi der er Ondskab i deres Bolig, i deres Indre! (Sheol h7585)
16 I — to God I call, and Jehovah saveth me.
Jeg, jeg raaber til Gud, og HERREN vil frelse mig.
17 Evening, and morning, and noon, I meditate, and make a noise, and He heareth my voice,
Jeg klager og stønner ved Kvæld, ved Gry og ved Middag; min Røst vil han høre
18 He hath ransomed in peace my soul From him who is near to me, For with the multitude they were with me.
og udfri min Sjæl i Fred, saa de ikke kan komme mig nær; thi mange er de imod mig.
19 God doth hear and afflict them, And He sitteth of old. (Selah) Because they have no changes, and fear not God,
Gud, som troner fra Fortids Dage, vil høre og ydmyge dem. (Sela) Thi der er ingen Forandring hos dem, og de frygter ikke for Gud.
20 He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant.
Paa Venner lagde han Haand og brød sin Pagt.
21 Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart [is] war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they [are] drawn [swords].
Glattere end Smør er hans Mund, men Hjertet vil Krig, blødere end Olie hans Ord, skønt dragne Sværd.
22 Cast on Jehovah that which He hath given thee, And He doth sustain thee, He doth not suffer for ever the moving of the righteous.
Kast din Byrde paa HERREN, saa sørger han for dig, den retfærdige lader han ikke i Evighed rokkes.
23 And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I — I do trust in Thee!
Og du, o Gud, nedstyrt dem i Gravens Dyb! Ej skal blodstænkte, svigefulde Mænd naa Hælvten af deres Dage. Men jeg, jeg stoler paa dig!
