Salme 28

1 (Af David.) Jeg råber til dig, o Herre, min Klippe, vær ikke tavs imod mig, at jeg ej, når du tier, skal blive som de, der synker i Graven.

“Of David.” Unto thee, O Lord, will I call; O my rock, turn not unheeding from me: lest thou turn away silent from me, and I become like those that go down into the pit.

2 Hør min tryglende Røst, når jeg råber til dig, løfter Hænderne op mod dit hellige Tempel.

Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands toward the most holy place of thy sanctuary.

3 Riv mig ej bort med gudløse, Udådsmænd, som har ondt i Sinde mod Næsten trods venlige Ord.

Snatch me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of injustice, who speak peace with their neighbors, with mischief in their heart.

4 Løn dem for deres Idræt og onde Gerninger; løn dem for deres Hænders Værk, gengæld dem efter Fortjeneste!

Give unto them according to their doing, and according to the evil of their deeds; according to the work of their hands do thou give unto them: bestow their [just] recompense on them.

5 Thi HERRENs Gerning ænser de ikke, ej heller hans Hænders Værk. Han nedbryde dem og opbygge dem ej!

Because they have no regard for the doings of the Lord, nor the works of his hands: may he pull them down, and not build them up.

6 Lovet være HERREN, thi han har hørt min tryglende Røst;

Blessed be the Lord, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications.

7 min Styrke, mit Skjold er HERREN, mit Hjerte stoler på ham. Jeg fik Hjælp, mit Hjerte jubler, jeg takker ham med min Sang.

The Lord is my strength and my shield; in him hath my heart trusted, and I am helped, and my heart exulteth; and with my song will I thank him.

8 HERREN er Værn for sit Folk, sin Salvedes Tilflugt og Frelse.

The Lord is strength unto them, and he is the fortress of victory of his anointed.

9 Frels dit Folk og velsign din Arv, røgt dem og bær dem til evig Tid!

Help thy people, and bless thy heritage: and feed them, and exalt them unto all eternity.