¹(Bøn af en elendig, når hans Kraft svigter, og han udøser sin Klage for HERREN.) HERRE, lyt til min bøn, lad mit råb komme til dig,

¹A Prayer of the afflicted when he is feeble, and before Jehovah poureth out his plaint. O Jehovah, hear my prayer, yea, my cry to Thee cometh.

²skjul dog ikke dit Åsyn for mig; den Dag jeg stedes i Nød, bøj da dit Øre til mig; når jeg kalder, så skynd dig og svar mig!

²Hide not Thou Thy face from me, In a day of mine adversity, Incline unto me Thine ear, In the day I call, haste, answer me.

³Thi mine Dage svinder som Røg, mine Ledemod brænder som Ild;

³For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.

⁴mit Hjerte er svedet og - visnet som Græs, thi jeg glemmer at spise mit Brød.

⁴Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

⁵Under min Stønnen klæber mine Ben til Huden;

⁵From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

⁶jeg ligner Ørkenens Pelikan, er blevet som Uglen på øde Steder;

⁶I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.

⁷om Natten ligger jeg vågen og jamrer så ensom som Fugl på Taget;

⁷I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.

⁸mine Fjender håner mig hele Dagen; de der spotter mig, sværger ved mig.

⁸All the day mine enemies reproached me, Those mad at me have sworn against me.

⁹Thi Støv er mit daglige Brød, jeg blander min Drik med Tårer

⁹Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

¹⁰over din Harme og Vrede, fordi du tog mig og slængte mig bort;

¹⁰From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.

¹¹mine Dage hælder som Skyggen, som Græsset visner jeg hen.

¹¹My days as a shadow [are] stretched out, And I — as the herb I am withered.

¹²Men du troner evindelig, HERRE, du ihukommes fra Slægt til Slægt;

¹²And Thou, O Jehovah, to the age abidest, And Thy memorial to all generations.

¹³du vil rejse dig og forbarme dig over Zion, når Nådens Tid, når Timen er inde;

¹³Thou — Thou risest — Thou pitiest Zion, For the time to favour her, For the appointed time hath come.

¹⁴thi dine Tjenere elsker dets Sten og ynkes over dets Grushobe.

¹⁴For Thy servants have been pleased with her stones, And her dust they favour.

¹⁵Og HERRENs Navn skal Folkene frygte, din Herlighed alle Jordens Konger;

¹⁵And nations fear the name of Jehovah, And all kings of the earth Thine honour,

¹⁶thi HERREN opbygger Zion, han lader sig se i sin Herlighed;

¹⁶For Jehovah hath builded Zion, He hath been seen in His honour,

¹⁷han vender sig til de hjælpeløses Bøn, lader ej deres Bøn uænset.

¹⁷He turned unto the prayer of the destitute, And He hath not despised their prayer.

¹⁸For Efterslægten skal det optegnes, af Folk, der skal fødes, skal prise HERREN;

¹⁸This is written for a later generation, And the people created do praise Jah.

¹⁹thi han ser ned fra sin hellige Højsal, HERREN skuer ned fra Himmel til Jord

¹⁹For He hath looked From the high place of His sanctuary. Jehovah from heaven unto earth looked attentively,

²⁰for at høre de fangnes Stønnen og give de dødsdømte Frihed,

²⁰To hear the groan of the prisoner, To loose sons of death,

²¹at HERRENs Navn kan forkyndes i Zion, hans - Pris i Jerusalem,

²¹To declare in Zion the name of Jehovah, And His praise in Jerusalem,

²²når Folkeslag og Riger til Hobe samles for at tjene HERREN.

²²In the peoples being gathered together, And the kingdoms — to serve Jehovah.

²³Han lammed min Kraft på Vejen, forkorted mit Liv.

²³He hath humbled in the way my power, He hath shortened my days.

²⁴Jeg siger: Min Gud, tag mig ikke bort i Dagenes Hælvt! Dine År er fra Slægt til Slægt.

²⁴I say, `My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,` Through all generations [are] Thine years.

²⁵Du grundfæsted fordum Jorden, Himlene er dine Hænders Værk;

²⁵Beforetime the earth Thou didst found, And the work of Thy hands [are] the heavens.

²⁶de falder, men du består, alle slides de op som en Klædning;

²⁶They — They perish, and Thou remainest, And all of them as a garment become old, As clothing Thou changest them, And they are changed.

²⁷som Klæder skifter du dem; de skiftes, men du er den samme, og dine År får aldrig Ende!

²⁷And Thou [art] the same, and Thine years are not finished.

²⁸Dine Tjeneres Børn fæster Bo, deres Sæd skal bestå for dit Åsyn.

²⁸The sons of Thy servants do continue, And their seed before Thee is established!