¹(Af David.) HERRE, træt med dem, der trætter med mig, strid imod dem, der strider mod mig,

¹By David. Strive, Jehovah, with my strivers, fight with my fighters,

²grib dit Skjold og dit Værge, rejs dig og hjælp mig,

²Take hold of shield and buckler, and rise for my help,

³tag Spyd og Økse frem mod dem, der forfølger mig, sig til min Sjæl: "Jeg er din Frelse!"

³And draw out spear and lance, To meet my pursuers. Say to my soul, `Thy salvation I [am].`

⁴Lad dem beskæmmes og blues, som vil mig til Livs, og de, der ønsker mig ondt, lad dem rødmende vige,

⁴They are ashamed and blush, those seeking my soul, Turned backward and confounded, Those devising my evil.

⁵de blive som Avner for Vinden, og HERRENs Engel nedstøde dem,

⁵They are as chaff before wind, And a messenger of Jehovah driving away.

⁶deres Vej blive mørk og glat, og HERRENs Engel forfølge dem!

⁶Their way is darkness and slipperiness, And a messenger of Jehovah their pursuer.

⁷Thi uden Grund har de sat deres Garn for mig, gravet min Sjæl en Grav.

⁷For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul.

⁸Lad Undergang uventet ramme ham, lad Garnet, han satte, hilde ham selv, lad ham falde i Graven.

⁸Meet him doth desolation — he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.

⁹Min Sjæl skal juble i HERREN, glædes ved hans Frelse,

⁹And my soul is joyful in Jehovah, It rejoiceth in His salvation.

¹⁰alle mine Ledemod sige: "HERRE, hvo er som du, du, som frelser den arme fra hans Overmand, den arme og fattige fra Røveren!"

¹⁰All my bones say, `Jehovah, who is like Thee, Delivering the poor from the stronger than he, And the poor and needy from his plunderer.`

¹¹Falske Vidner står frem, de spørger mig om, hvad jeg ej kender til;

¹¹Violent witnesses rise up, That which I have not known they ask me.

¹²de lønner mig godt med ondt, min Sjæl er forladt.

¹²They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul,

¹³Da de var syge, gik jeg i Sæk, med Faste spæged jeg mig, jeg bad med sænket Hoved,

¹³And I — in their sickness my clothing [is] sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth.

¹⁴som var det en Ven eller Broder; jeg gik, som sørged jeg over min Moder, knuget af Sorg.

¹⁴As [if] a friend, as [if] my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.

¹⁵Men nu jeg vakler, glæder de sig, de stimler sammen, Uslinger, fremmede for mig, stimler sammen imod mig, håner mig uden Ophør;

¹⁵And — in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;

¹⁶for min Venlighed dænger de mig med Hån, de skærer Tænder imod mig.

¹⁶With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.

¹⁷Herre, hvor længe vil du se til? Frels dog min Sjæl fra deres Brøl, min eneste fra Løver.

¹⁷Lord, how long dost thou behold? Keep back my soul from their desolations, From young lions my only one.

¹⁸Jeg vil takke dig i en stor Forsamling, love dig blandt mange Folk.

¹⁸I thank Thee in a great assembly, Among a mighty people I praise Thee.

¹⁹Lad ej dem, som med Urette er mine Fjender, glæde sig over mig, lad ej dem, som hader mig uden Grund, sende spotske Blikke!

¹⁹Mine enemies rejoice not over me [with] falsehood, Those hating me without cause wink the eye.

²⁰Thi de taler ej Fred mod de stille i Landet udtænker de Svig;

²⁰For they speak not peace, And against the quiet of the land, Deceitful words they devise,

²¹de spærrer Munden op imod mig og siger: "Ha, ha! Vi så det med egne Øjne!"

²¹And they enlarge against me their mouth, They said, `Aha, aha, our eye hath seen.`

²²Du så det, HERRE, vær ikke tavs, Herre, hold dig ej borte fra mig;

²²Thou hast seen, O Jehovah, Be not silent, O Lord — be not far from me,

²³rejs dig, vågn op for min Ret, for min Sag, min Gud og Herre,

²³Stir up, and wake to my judgment, My God, and my Lord, to my plea.

²⁴døm mig efter din Retfærd HERRE, min Gud, lad dem ikke glæde sig over mig

²⁴Judge me according to Thy righteousness, O Jehovah my God, And they do not rejoice over me.

²⁵Og sige i Hjertet: "Ha! som vi ønsked!" lad dem ikke sige: "Vi slugte ham!"

²⁵They do not say in their heart, `Aha, our desire.` They do not say, `We swallowed him up.`

²⁶Til Skam og Skændsel blive enhver, hvem min Ulykke glæder; lad dem, der hovmoder sig over mig, hyldes i Spot og Spe.

²⁶They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are rejoicing at my evil. They put on shame and confusion, Who are magnifying themselves against me.

²⁷Men de, der vil min Ret, lad dem juble og glæde sig, stadigen sige: "Lovet være HERREN, som under sin Tjener Fred!"

²⁷They sing and rejoice, who are desiring my righteousness, And they say continually, `Jehovah is magnified, Who is desiring the peace of His servant.`

²⁸Min Tunge skal forkynde din Retfærd, Dagen igennem din Pris.

²⁸And my tongue uttereth Thy righteousness, All the day Thy praise!