Salme 41

1 (Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) Salig den Mand, der tager sig af de svage, ham frelser HERREN på Ulykkens Dag;

To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. How happy is he that is attentive to the poor, In the day of calamity, will Yahweh deliver him:

2 HERREN vogter ham, holder ham i Live, det går ham vel i Landet, han giver ham ikke i Fjendevold.

Yahweh, will preserve him and keep him alive, And he shall be pronounced happy in the land, Do not then give him up at the desire of his enemies!

3 På Sottesengen står HERREN ham bi, hans Smertensleje gør du ham let.

Yahweh, will sustain him upon the bed of sickness, All his couch, hast thou transformed in his disease.

4 Så siger jeg da: Vær mig nådig, HERRE, helbred min Sjæl, jeg har syndet mod dig!

I, said—O Yahweh, show me favour, heal thou my soul, for I have sinned against thee:

5 Mine Fjender ønsker mig ondt: "Hvornår mon han dør og hans Navn udslettes?"

Mine enemies, speak ill of me, When will he die, and his name perish?

6 Kommer en i Besøg, så fører han hyklerisk Tale, hans Hjerte samler på ondt, og så går han bort og taler derom.

And, if he have come to see me, Falsehood, doth he speak, His own heart, gathereth iniquity to itself, he goeth forth, abroad he telleth it.

7 Mine Avindsmænd hvisker sammen imod mig, alle regner de med, at det går mig ilde:

Together—against me, do all who hate me whisper among themselves, Against me, devise they hurt for me.

8 "En dødelig Sot har grebet ham; han ligger der - kommer aldrig op!"

An infliction of the Abandoned One hath been fixed upon him, and, now that he hath lien down, he will not again rise.

9 Endog min Ven, som jeg stolede på, som spiste mit Brød, har løftet Hælen imod mig.

Even the man whom I used to salute, in whom I put confidence, who used to eat my bread, —hath magnified his heel against me!

10 Men du, o HERRE, vær mig nådig og rejs mig, så jeg kan øve Gengæld imod dem.

But, thou, O Yahweh, show me favour and raise me up, That I may repay them.

11 Deraf kan jeg kende, at du har mig kær, at min Fjende ikke skal juble over mig.

Hereby, do I know that thou delightest in me, In that mine enemy shall not raise a shout over me.

12 Du holder mig oppe i Kraft af min Uskyld, lader mig stå for dit Åsyn til evig Tid.

But, as for me, In my blamelessness, hast thou held me fast, And hast caused me to stand before thee unto times age-abiding.

13 Lovet være HERREN, Israels Gud, fra Evighed og til Evighed, Amen, Amen!

Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, From the age that is past, even unto the age yet to come: Amen and Amen!