Psalms 28
1 A psalm for David himself. Unto thee will I cry, O Lord: O my God, be not thou silent to me: lest thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
Af David. Herre! til dig vil jeg raabe; min Klippe! vær ikke tavs imod mig, at du ikke holder dig stille imod mig, og jeg bliver lig dem, som fare ned i Graven.
2 Hear, O Lord, the voice of my supplication, when I pray to thee; when I lift up my hands to thy holy temple.
Hør mine ydmyge Begæringers Røst, naar jeg raaber til dig, naar jeg opløfter mine Hænder til dit hellige Kor.
3 Draw me not away together with the wicked; and with the workers of iniquity destroy me not: Who speak peace with their neighbour, but evils are in their hearts.
Bortriv mig ikke med de ugudelige og med dem, som gøre Uret, dem, som tale Fred med deres Næste, enddog der er ondt i deres Hjerte.
4 Give them according to their works, and according to the wickedness of their inventions. According to the works of their hands give thou to them: render to them their reward.
Giv dem efter deres Gerning og efter deres Idrætters Ondskab; giv dem efter deres Hænders Gerning, betal dem, hvad de have fortjent.
5 Because they have not understood the works of the Lord, and the operations of his hands: thou shalt destroy them, and shalt not build them up.
Thi de agte ikke paa Herrens Værk, ej heller paa hans Hænders Gerning; han skal nedbryde dem og ikke bygge dem op.
6 Blessed be the Lord, for he hath heard the voice of my supplication.
Lovet være Herren; thi han har hørt mine ydmyge Begæringers Røst.
7 The Lord is my helper and my protector: in him hath my heart confided, and I have been helped. And my flesh hath flourished again, and with my will I will give praise to him.
Herren er min Styrke og mit Skjold, mit Hjerte har forladt sig paa ham, og jeg er bleven hjulpen; og mit Hjerte fryder sig, og jeg vil takke ham med min Sang.
8 The Lord is the strength of his people, and the protector of the salvation of his anointed.
Herren er deres Styrke, og han er sin Salvedes Værn til Frelse.
9 Save, O Lord, thy people, and bless thy inheritance: and rule them and exalt them for ever.
Frels dit Folk og velsign din Arv og fød dem og ophøj dem indtil evig Tid.
