Salme 17

 
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                                    1 HERRE, hør en retfærdig Sag, lyt til min Klage lån Øre til Bøn fra svigløse Læber!                                

                                    1 A Prayer of David.Hear a just cause, O Lord, give heed to my cry;Give ear to my prayer, which is not from deceitful lips.                                
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                                    2 Fra dig skal min Ret udgå, thi hvad ret er, ser dine Øjne.                                

                                    2 Let my judgment come forth from Your presence;Let Your eyes look with equity.                                
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                                    3 Prøv mit Hjerte, se efter om Natten, ransag mig, du finder ej Svig hos mig.                                

                                    3 You have tried my heart;You have visited me by night;You have tested me and You find nothing;I have purposed that my mouth will not transgress.                                
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                                    4 Ej synded min Mund, hvad end Mennesker gjorde; ved dine Læbers Ord vogted jeg mig for Voldsmænds Veje;                                

                                    4 As for the deeds of men, by the word of Your lipsI have kept from the paths of the violent.                                
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                                    5 mine Skridt har holdt dine Spor, jeg vaklede ej på min Gang.                                

                                    5 My steps have held fast to Your paths.My feet have not slipped.                                
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                                    6 Jeg råber til dig, thi du svarer mig, Gud, bøj Øret til mig, hør på mit Ord!                                

                                    6 I have called upon You, for You will answer me, O God;Incline Your ear to me, hear my speech.                                
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                                    7 Vis, dig underfuldt nådig, du Frelser for dem, der tyr til din højre for Fjender!                                

                                    7 Wondrously show Your lovingkindness,O Savior of those who take refuge at Your right handFrom those who rise up against them.                                
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                                    8 Vogt mig som Øjestenen, skjul mig i dine Vingers Skygge                                

                                    8 Keep me as the apple of the eye;Hide me in the shadow of Your wings                                
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                                    9 for gudløse, der øver Vold imod mig, glubske Fjender, som omringer mig;                                

                                    9 From the wicked who despoil me,My deadly enemies who surround me.                                
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                                    10 de har lukket deres Hjerte med Fedt, deres Mund fører Hovmodstale.                                

                                    10 They have closed their unfeeling heart,With their mouth they speak proudly.                                
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                                    11 De omringer os, overalt hvor vi går, de sigter på at slå os til Jorden.                                

                                    11 They have now surrounded us in our steps;They set their eyes to cast us down to the ground.                                
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                                    12 De er som den rovgridske Løve, den unge Løve, der ligger på Lur.                                

                                    12 He is like a lion that is eager to tear,And as a young lion lurking in hiding places.                                
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                                    13 Rejs dig, HERRE, træd ham i Møde, kast ham til Jorden, fri med dit Sværd min Sjæl fra den gudløses Vold,                                

                                    13 Arise, O Lord, confront him, bring him low;Deliver my soul from the wicked with Your sword,                                
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                                    14 fra Mændene, HERRE, med din Hånd, fra dødelige Mænd - lad dem få deres Del i levende Live! Fyld deres Bug med dit Forråd af Vrede, lad Børnene mættes dermed og efterlade deres Børn, hvad de levner!                                

                                    14 From men with Your hand, O Lord,From men of the world, whose portion is in this life,And whose belly You fill with Your treasure;They are satisfied with children,And leave their abundance to their babes.                                
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                                    15 Men jeg skal i Retfærd skue dit Åsyn, mættes ved din Skikkelse, når jeg vågner. ﻿                                

                                    15 As for me, I shall behold Your face in righteousness;I will be satisfied with Your likeness when I awake.