Psalms 64

1 Unto the end, a psalm for David. Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the fear of the enemy.

Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

2 Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.

Hør, o Gud, min Røst, naar jeg klager, skærm mit Liv mod den rædsomme Fjende;

3 For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing,

skjul mig for Ugerningsmændenes Raad, for Udaadsmændenes travle Hob,

4 To shoot in secret the undefiled.

der hvæsser Tungen som Sværd, lægger giftige Ord paa Buen

5 They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness. They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall see them?

for i Løn at ramme den skyldfri, ramme ham brat og uset.

6 They have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart:

Ihærdigt lægger de onde Raad, skryder af, at de lægger Snarer, siger: »Hvem skulde se os?«

7 And God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:

De udtænker onde Gerninger, fuldfører en gennemtænkt Tanke — og Menneskets Indre og Hjerte er dybt.

8 And their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled;

Da rammer Gud dem med en Pil, af Slaget rammes de brat;

9 And every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God: and understood his doings.

han styrter dem for deres Tunges Skyld. Enhver, som ser dem, ryster paa Hovedet;

10 The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised.

alle Mennesker frygter, forkynder, hvad Gud har gjort, og fatter hans Hænders Gerning; de retfærdige glædes i HERREN og lider paa ham, de oprigtige af Hjertet jubler til Hobe!