Psalms 57
1 To the chief Musician, Altaschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities are past by.
Til Sangmesteren; „fordærv ikke‟; af David; „et gyldent Smykke‟; der han flyede fra Sauls Ansigt i Hulen.
2 I will cry to God most high; to God that performeth all things for me.
Gud! vær mig naadig, vær mig naadig; thi min Sjæl forlader sig paa dig, og under dine Vingers Skygge søger jeg Ly, indtil al Ulykken er gaaet over.
3 He shall send from heaven, and save me from the reproach of him that would swallow me up. (Selah) God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.
Jeg vil raabe til Gud, den Højeste, til den Gud, som udfører min Sag.
4 My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Han skal sende fra Himmelen og frelse mig; den, som vilde opsluge mig, haaner. (Sela) Gud skal sende sin Miskundhed og sin Sandhed.
5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; let thy glory be above all the earth.
Min Sjæl er iblandt Løver, jeg maa ligge imellem dem, som sprude Ild, Menneskens Børn, hvis Tænder ere Spyd og Pile, og hvis Tunge er et skarpt Sværd.
6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have dug a pit before me, into the midst of which they have fallen themselves. (Selah)
Gud! ophøj dig over Himlene, din Ære være over al Jorden!
7 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise.
De stillede Garn for mine Trin, min Sjæl nedbøjede sig; de grove en Grav for mit Ansigt, de faldt selv midt i den. (Sela)
8 Awake, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.
Gud! mit Hjerte er trøstigt, mit Hjerte er trøstigt; jeg vil synge og lege paa Harpe.
9 I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing to thee among the nations.
Vaagn op, min Ære! vaagn op, Psalter og Harpe! jeg vil vække Morgenrøden.
10 For thy mercy is great to the heavens, and thy truth to the clouds.
Herre! jeg vil takke dig iblandt Folkene; jeg vil lege paa Harpe for dig iblandt Folkestammer.
11 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: let thy glory be above all the earth.
Thi din Miskundhed er stor indtil Himlene og din Sandhed indtil Skyerne. Gud! ophøj dig over Himlene, din Ære være over al Jorden.
