¹Why do you stand far off, Yahweh? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?

¹Hvorfor står du så fjernt, o Herre, hvi dølger du dig i Trængselstider?

²In arrogance, the wicked hunt down the weak. They are caught in the schemes that they devise.

²Den gudløse jager i Hovmod den arme, fanger ham i de Rænker, han spinder;

³For the wicked boasts of his heart’s cravings. He blesses the greedy, and condemns Yahweh.

³thi den gudløse praler af sin Sjæls Attrå, den gridske forbander, ringeagter HERREN.

⁴The wicked, in the pride of his face, has no room in his thoughts for God.

⁴Den gudløse siger i Hovmod: "Han hjemsøger ej, der er ingen Gud"; det er alle hans Tanker.

⁵His ways are prosperous at all times. He is haughty, and your laws are far from his sight. As for all his adversaries, he sneers at them.

⁵Dog altid lykkes hans Vej, højt over ham går dine Domme; han blæser ad alle sine Fjender.

⁶He says in his heart, “I shall not be shaken. For generations I shall have no trouble.”

⁶Han siger i Hjertet: "Jeg rokkes ej, kommer ikke i Nød fra Slægt til Slægt."

⁷His mouth is full of cursing, deceit, and oppression. Under his tongue is mischief and iniquity.

⁷Hans Mund er fuld af Banden og Svig og Vold, Fordærv og Uret er under hans Tunge;

⁸He lies in wait near the villages. From ambushes, he murders the innocent. His eyes are secretly set against the helpless.

⁸han lægger sig på Lur i Landsbyer, dræber i Løn den skyldfri, efter Staklen spejder hans Øjne;

⁹He lurks in secret as a lion in his ambush. He lies in wait to catch the helpless. He catches the helpless, when he draws him in his net.

⁹han lurer i Skjul som Løve i Krat, på at fange den arme lurer han, han fanger den arme ind i sit Garn;

¹⁰The helpless are crushed. They collapse. They fall under his strength.

¹⁰han dukker sig, sidder på Spring, og Staklerne falder i hans Kløer.

¹¹He says in his heart, “God has forgotten. He hides his face. He will never see it.”

¹¹Han siger i Hjertet: "Gud glemmer, han skjuler sit Åsyn; han ser det aldrig."

¹²Arise, Yahweh! God, lift up your hand! Don’t forget the helpless.

¹²Rejs dig, HERRE! Gud, løft din Hånd, de arme glemme du ikke!

¹³Why does the wicked person condemn God, and say in his heart, “God won’t call me into account?”

¹³Hvorfor skal en gudløs spotte Gud, sige i Hjertet, du hjemsøger ikke?

¹⁴But you do see trouble and grief. You consider it to take it into your hand. You help the victim and the fatherless.

¹⁴Du skuer dog Møje og Kvide, ser det og tager det i din Hånd; Staklen tyr hen til dig, du er den faderløses Hjælper.

¹⁵Break the arm of the wicked. As for the evil man, seek out his wickedness until you find none.

¹⁵Knus den ondes, den gudløses Arm, hjemsøg hans Gudløshed, så den ej findes!

¹⁶Yahweh is King forever and ever! The nations will perish out of his land.

¹⁶HERREN er Konge evigt og altid, Hedningerne er ryddet bort af hans Land;

¹⁷Yahweh, you have heard the desire of the humble. You will prepare their heart. You will cause your ear to hear,

¹⁷du har hørt de ydmyges Ønske, HERRE, du styrker deres Hjerte, vender Øret til

¹⁸to judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that man who is of the earth may terrify no more.

¹⁸for at skaffe fortrykte og faderløse Ret. Ikke skal dødelige mer øve Vold.