Salme 60

1 (Til sangmesteren. Al-sjusjan-edut. En miktam af David til til indøvelse, dengang han kæmpede med Aram-Naharajim og Aram-Zoba, og Joab vendte tilbage og slog edomitterne i Saltdalen, 12000 mand.) Gud, du har stødt os fra dig, nedbrudt os, du vredes - vend dig til os igen;

Unto the end. For those who will be changed, with the inscription of a title, of David himself, for instruction: when he set fire to Mesopotamia of Syria and Sobal, and Joab turned back and struck Idumea, in the valley of the salt pits, twelve thousand men. O God, you have rejected us, and you have ruined us. You became angry, and yet you have been merciful to us.

2 du lod Landet skælve, slå Revner, læg nu dets Brist, thi det vakler!

You have moved the earth, and you have disturbed it. Heal its breaches, for it has been moved.

3 Du lod dit Folk friste ondt, iskænked os døvende Vin.

You have revealed to your people difficulties. You have made us drink the wine of remorse.

4 Dem, der frygter dig, gav du et Banner, hvorhen de kan fly for Buen. (Sela)

You have given a warning sign to those who fear you, so that they may flee from before the face of the bow, so that your beloved may be delivered.

5 Til Frelse for dine elskede hjælp med din højre, bønhør os!

Save me with your right hand, and hear me.

6 Gud talede i sin Helligdom: "Jeg vil udskifte Sikem med jubel, udmåle Sukkots Dal;

God has spoken in his holy place: I will rejoice, and I will divide Shechem, and I will measure the steep valley of the tabernacles.

7 mit er Gilead, mit er Manasse, Efraim er mit Hoveds Værn, Juda min Herskerstav,

Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine. And Ephraim is the strength of my head. Judah is my king.

8 Moab min Vaskeskål, på Edom kaster jeg min Sko, over Filisterland jubler jeg."

Moab is the cooking pot of my hope. Into Idumea, I will extend my shoe. To me, the foreigners have been made subject.

9 Hvo bringer mig hen til den faste Stad, hvo leder mig hen til Edom?

Who will lead me into the fortified city? Who will lead me all the way to Idumea?

10 Har du ikke, Gud, stødt os fra dig? Du ledsager ej vore Hære.

Will not you, O God, who has rejected us? And will not you, O God, go out with our armies?

11 Giv os dog Hjælp mod Fjenden! Blændværk er Menneskers Støtte.

Grant us help from tribulation. For salvation from man is empty.

12 Med Gud skal vi øve vældige Ting, vore Fjender træder han ned!

In God, we will act virtuously. And those who trouble us, he will lead to nothing.