¹(Til Sangmesteren. Af David. En Salme.) Du min Lovsangs Gud, vær ej tavs!

²for they have opened the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of deceit against me. They have spoken to me with a lying tongue.

²Thi en gudløs, svigefuld Mund har de åbnet imod mig, taler mig til med Løgntunge,

³They have also surrounded me with words of hatred, and fought against me without a cause.

³med hadske Ord omringer de mig og strider imod mig uden Grund;

⁴In return for my love, they are my adversaries; but I am in prayer.

⁴til Løn for min Kærlighed er de mig fjendske, skønt jeg er idel Bøn;

⁵They have rewarded me evil for good, and hatred for my love.

⁵de gør mig ondt for godt, gengælder min Kærlighed med Had.

⁶Set a wicked man over him. Let an adversary stand at his right hand.

⁶Straf ham for hans Gudløshed, lad en Anklager stå ved hans højre,

⁷When he is judged, let him come forth guilty. Let his prayer be turned into sin.

⁷lad ham gå dømt fra Retten, hans Bøn blive regnet for Synd;

⁸Let his days be few. Let another take his office.

⁸hans Livsdage blive kun få, hans Embede tage en anden;

⁹Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow.

⁹hans Børn blive faderløse, hans Hustru vorde Enke;

¹⁰Let his children be wandering beggars. Let them be sought from their ruins.

¹⁰hans Børn flakke om og tigge, drives bort fra et øde Hjem;

¹¹Let the creditor seize all that he has. Let strangers plunder the fruit of his labor.

¹¹Ågerkarlen rage efter alt, hvad han har, og fremmede rane hans Gods;

¹²Let there be no one to extend kindness to him, neither let there be anyone to have pity on his fatherless children.

¹²ingen være langmodig imod ham, ingen ynke hans faderløse;

¹³Let his posterity be cut off. In the generation following let their name be blotted out.

¹³hans Afkom gå til Grunde, hans Navn slettes ud i næste Slægt:

¹⁴Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered by Yahweh. Don’t let the sin of his mother be blotted out.

¹⁴lad hans Fædres Skyld ihukommes hos HERREN, lad ikke hans Moders Synd slettes ud,

¹⁵Let them be before Yahweh continually, that he may cut off their memory from the earth;

¹⁵altid være de, HERREN for Øje; hans Minde vorde udryddet af Jorden,

¹⁶because he didn’t remember to show kindness, but persecuted the poor and needy man, the broken in heart, to kill them.

¹⁶fordi det ej faldt ham ind at vise sig god, men han forfulgte den arme og fattige og den, hvis Hjerte var knust til Døde;

¹⁷Yes, he loved cursing, and it came to him. He didn’t delight in blessing, and it was far from him.

¹⁷han elsked Forbandelse, så lad den nå ham; Velsignelse yndede han ikke, den blive ham fjern!

¹⁸He clothed himself also with cursing as with his garment. It came into his inward parts like water, like oil into his bones.

¹⁸Han tage Forbandelse på som en Klædning, den komme som Vand i hans Bug, som Olie ind i hans Ben;

¹⁹Let it be to him as the clothing with which he covers himself, for the belt that is always around him.

¹⁹den blive en Dragt, han tager på, et Bælte, han altid bærer!

²⁰This is the reward of my adversaries from Yahweh, of those who speak evil against my soul.

²⁰Det være mine Modstanderes Løn fra HERREN, dem, der taler ondt mod min Sjæl.

²¹But deal with me, Yahweh the Lord, The word translated “Lord” is “Adonai.” for your name’s sake, because your loving kindness is good, deliver me;

²¹Men du, o HERRE, min Herre, gør med mig efter din Godhed og Nåde, frels mig for dit Navns Skyld!

²²for I am poor and needy. My heart is wounded within me.

²²Thi jeg er arm og fattig, mit Hjerte vånder sig i mig;

²³I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

²³som Skyggen, der hælder, svinder jeg bort, som Græshopper rystes jeg ud;

²⁴My knees are weak through fasting. My body is thin and lacks fat.

²⁴af Faste vakler mine Knæ, mit Kød skrumper ind uden Salve;

²⁵I have also become a reproach to them. When they see me, they shake their head.

²⁵til Spot for dem er jeg blevet, de ryster på Hovedet, når de

²⁶Help me, Yahweh, my God. Save me according to your loving kindness;

²⁶Hjælp mig, HERRE min Gud, frels mig efter din Miskundhed,

²⁷that they may know that this is your hand; that you, Yahweh, have done it.

²⁷så de sander, det var din Hånd, dig, HERRE, som gjorde det!

²⁸They may curse, but you bless. When they arise, they will be shamed, but your servant shall rejoice.

²⁸Lad dem forbande, du vil velsigne, mine uvenner vorde til Skamme, din Tjener glæde sig;

²⁹Let my adversaries be clothed with dishonor. Let them cover themselves with their own shame as with a robe.

²⁹lad mine Fjender klædes i Skændsel, iføres Skam som en Kappe!

³⁰I will give great thanks to Yahweh with my mouth. Yes, I will praise him among the multitude.

³⁰Med min Mund vil jeg højlig takke HERREN, prise ham midt i Mængden;

³¹For he will stand at the right hand of the needy, to save him from those who judge his soul.

³¹thi han står ved den fattiges højre at fri ham fra dem, der dømmer hans Sjæl.