¹Listen to my prayer, God. Don’t hide yourself from my supplication.

¹(Til sangmesteren. Med strengespil. En maskil af David.) Lyt, o Gud, til min Bøn, skjul dig ej for min tryglen,

²Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan,

²lå mig Øre og svar mig, jeg vånder mig i Klage,

³Because of the voice of the enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring suffering on me. In anger they hold a grudge against me.

³jeg stønner ved Fjendernes Råb og de gudløses Skrig; thi Ulykke vælter de over mig, forfølger mig grumt;

⁴My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.

⁴Hjertet er angst i mit Bryst, Dødens Rædsler er faldet over mig.

⁵Fearfulness and trembling have come on me. Horror has overwhelmed me.

⁵Frygt og Angst falder på mig, Gru er over mig.

⁶I said, “Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at rest.

⁶Jeg siger: Ak, havde jeg Vinger som Duen, da fløj jeg i Ly,

⁷Behold, then I would wander far off. I would lodge in the wilderness.” Selah.

⁷ja, langt bort vilde jeg fly og blive i Ørkenen. - Sela.

⁸Da søgte jeg skyndsomt Tilflugt for rivende Storm og Uvejr.

⁹Confuse them, Lord, and confound their language, for I have seen violence and strife in the city.

⁹Herre, forvir og split deres Tungemål! Thi Vold og Ufred ser jeg i Byen;

¹⁰Day and night they prowl around on its walls. Malice and abuse are also within her.

¹⁰de går Rundgang Dag og Nat på dens Mure;

¹¹Destructive forces are within her. Threats and lies don’t depart from her streets.

¹¹Ulykke, Kvide og Vanheld råder derinde, Voldsfærd og Svig viger aldrig bort fra dens Torve.

¹²For it was not an enemy who insulted me, then I could have endured it. Neither was it he who hated me who raised himself up against me, then I would have hidden myself from him.

¹²Det var ikke en Fjende, som hånede mig - det kunde bæres; min uven ydmygede mig ej - ham kunde jeg undgå;

¹³But it was you, a man like me, my companion, and my familiar friend.

¹³men du, en Mand af min Stand, en Ven og fortrolig,

¹⁴We took sweet fellowship together. We walked in God’s house with company.

¹⁴og det skønt vi delte Samværets Sødme, vandrede endrægtelig i Guds Hus.

¹⁵Let death come suddenly on them. Let them go down alive into Sheol Sheol is the place of the dead. . For wickedness is in their dwelling, in their midst.

¹⁵Over dem komme Død, lad dem levende synke i Dødsriget! Thi der er Ondskab i deres Bolig, i deres Indre!

¹⁶As for me, I will call on God. Yahweh will save me.

¹⁶Jeg, jeg råber til Gud, og HERREN vil frelse mig.

¹⁷Evening, morning, and at noon, I will cry out in distress. He will hear my voice.

¹⁷Jeg klager og stønner ved Kvæld, ved Gry og ved Middag; min Røst vil han høre

¹⁸He has redeemed my soul in peace from the battle that was against me, although there are many who oppose me.

¹⁸og udfri min Sjæl i Fred, så de ikke kan komme mig nær; thi mange er de imod mig.

¹⁹God, who is enthroned forever, will hear, and answer them. Selah. They never change, who don’t fear God.

¹⁹Gud, som troner fra Fortids Dage, vil høre og ydmyge dem. - Sela. Thi der er ingen Forandring hos dem, og de frygter ikke for Gud.

²⁰He raises his hands against his friends. He has violated his covenant.

²⁰På Venner lagde han Hånd og brød sin Pagt.

²¹His mouth was smooth as butter, but his heart was war. His words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.

²¹Glattere end Smør er hans Mund, men Hjertet vil Krig, blødere end Olie hans Ord, skønt dragne Sværd.

²²Cast your burden on Yahweh, and he will sustain you. He will never allow the righteous to be moved.

²²Kast din Byrde på HERREN, så sørger han for dig, den retfærdige lader han ikke i Evighed rokkes.

²³But you, God, will bring them down into the pit of destruction. Bloodthirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days, but I will trust in you.

²³Og du, o Gud, nedstyrt dem i Gravens Dyb! Ej skal blodstænkte, svigefulde Mænd nå Hælvten af deres Dage. Men jeg, jeg stoler på dig!