¹My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

¹(Til sangmesteren. Efter "morgenrødens hind". En salme af David.) Min Gud, min Gud, hvorfor har du forladt mig? Mit Skrig til Trods er Frelsen mig fjern.

²My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don’t answer; in the night season, and am not silent.

²Min Gud, jeg råber om Dagen, du svarer ikke, om Natten, men finder ej Hvile.

³But you are holy, you who inhabit the praises of Israel.

³Og dog er du den hellige, som troner på Israels Lovsange.

⁴Our fathers trusted in you. They trusted, and you delivered them.

⁴På dig forlod vore Fædre sig, forlod sig, og du friede dem;

⁵They cried to you, and were delivered. They trusted in you, and were not disappointed.

⁵de råbte til dig og frelstes, forlod sig på dig og blev ikke til Skamme.

⁶But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised by the people.

⁶Men jeg er en Orm og ikke en Mand, til Spot for Mennesker, Folk til Spe;

⁷All those who see me mock me. They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying,

⁷alle, der ser mig, håner mig, vrænger Mund og ryster på Hovedet:

⁸“He trusts in Yahweh; let him deliver him. Let him rescue him, since he delights in him.”

⁸"Han har væltet sin Sag på HERREN; han fri ham og frelse ham, han har jo Velbehag i ham."

⁹But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother’s breasts.

⁹Ja, du drog mig af Moders Liv, lod mig hvile trygt ved min Moders Bryst;

¹⁰I was thrown on you from my mother’s womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.

¹⁰på dig blev jeg kastet fra Moders Skød, fra Moders Liv var du min Gud.

¹¹Don’t be far from me, for trouble is near. For there is none to help.

¹¹Vær mig ikke fjern, thi Trængslen er nær, og ingen er der, som hjælper!

¹²Many bulls have surrounded me. Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.

¹²Stærke Tyre står omkring mig, Basans vældige omringer mig,

¹³They open their mouths wide against me, lions tearing prey and roaring.

¹³spiler Gabet op imod mig som rovgridske, brølende Løver.

¹⁴I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.

¹⁴Jeg er som Vand, der er udgydt, alle mine Knogler skilles, mit Hjerte er blevet som Voks, det smelter i Livet på mig;

¹⁵My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁵min Gane er tør som et Potteskår til Gummerne klæber min Tunge, du lægger mig ned i Dødens Støv.

¹⁶For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet. So Dead Sea Scrolls. Masoretic Text reads, “Like a lion, they pin my hands and feet.”

¹⁶Thi Hunde står omkring mig, onde i Flok omringer mig, de har gennemboret mine Hænder og Fødder,

¹⁷I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.

¹⁷jeg kan tælle alle mine Ben; med Skadefryd ser de på mig.

¹⁸They divide my garments among them. They cast lots for my clothing.

¹⁸Mine Klæder deler de mellem sig, om Kjortelen kaster de Lod.

¹⁹But don’t be far off, Yahweh. You are my help: hurry to help me.

¹⁹Men du, o HERRE, vær ikke fjern, min Redning, il mig til Hjælp!

²⁰Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog.

²⁰Udfri min Sjæl fra Sværdet, min eneste af Hundes Vold!

²¹Save me from the lion’s mouth! Yes, from the horns of the wild oxen, you have answered me.

²¹Frels mig fra Løvens Gab, fra Vildoksens Horn! Du har bønhørt mig.

²²I will declare your name to my brothers. In the midst of the assembly, I will praise you.

²²Dit Navn vil jeg kundgøre for mine Brødre, prise dig midt i Forsamlingen:

²³You who fear Yahweh, praise him! All you descendants of Jacob, glorify him! Stand in awe of him, all you descendants of Israel!

²³"I, som frygter HERREN, pris ham, ær ham; al Jakobs Æt, bæv for ham, al Israels Æt!

²⁴For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, Neither has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.

²⁴Thi han foragtede ikke, forsmåede ikke den armes Råb, skjulte ikke sit Åsyn for ham, men hørte, da han råbte til ham!"

²⁵Of you comes my praise in the great assembly. I will pay my vows before those who fear him.

²⁵Jeg vil synge din Pris i en stor Forsamling, indfri mine Løfter iblandt de fromme;

²⁶The humble shall eat and be satisfied. They shall praise Yahweh who seek after him. Let your hearts live forever.

²⁶de ydmyge skal spise og mættes; hvo HERREN søger, skal prise ham; deres Hjerte leve for evigt!

²⁷All the ends of the earth shall remember and turn to Yahweh. All the relatives of the nations shall worship before you.

²⁷Den vide Jord skal mærke sig det og omvende sig til HERREN, og alle Folkenes Slægter skal tilbede for hans Åsyn;

²⁸For the kingdom is Yahweh’s. He is the ruler over the nations.

²⁸thi HERRENs er Riget, han er Folkenes Hersker.

²⁹All the rich ones of the earth shall eat and worship. All those who go down to the dust shall bow before him, even he who can’t keep his soul alive.

²⁹De skal tilbede ham alene, alle Jordens mægtige; de skal bøje sig for hans Åsyn, alle, der nedsteg i Støvet og ikke holdt deres Sjæl i Live.

³⁰Posterity shall serve him. Future generations shall be told about the Lord.

³⁰Ham skal Efterkommeme tjene; om HERREN skal tales til Slægten, der kommer;

³¹They shall come and shall declare his righteousness to a people that shall be born, for he has done it.

³¹de skal forkynde et Folk, der fødes, hans Retfærd. Thi han greb ind.