Psalms 13

1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. Will you for ever put me out of your memory, O Lord? will your face for ever be turned away from me?

(Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) Hvor længe vil du evigt glemme mig, Herre, hvor længe skjule dit Åsyn for mig?

2 How long is my soul to be in doubt, with sorrow in my heart all the day? how long will he who is against me be given power over me?

Hvor længe skal jeg huse Sorg i min Sjæl, Kvide i Hjertet Dag og Nat? Hvor længe skal Fjenden ophøje sig over mig?

3 Let my voice come before you, and give me an answer, O Lord my God; let your light be shining on me, so that the sleep of death may not overtake me;

Se til og svar mig, HERRE min Gud, klar mine Øjne, så jeg ej sover ind i Døden

4 And he who is against me may not say, I have overcome him; and those who are troubling me may not be glad when I am moved.

og min Fjende skal sige: "Jeg overvandt ham!" mine Uvenner juble, fordi jeg vakler!

5 But I have had faith in your mercy; my heart will be glad in your salvation.

Dog stoler jeg fast på din Miskundhed, lad mit Hjerte juble over din Frelse!

6 I will make a song to the Lord, because he has given me my reward.

Jeg vil synge for HERREN, thi han var mig god!