1Til korlederen: En sang af David. Gud, jeg lovsynger dig. Forbliv ikke tavs og afvisende,2mens onde mennesker lyver om mig, bagtaler mig med deres falske anklager.3De taler ondskabsfuldt om mig, hader mig, skønt jeg intet har gjort.4Jeg elsker dem og går i forbøn for dem, men alligevel anklager de mig groft.5De gengælder mig ondt for godt, belønner min venlighed med had.6Lad en anklager stå frem og føre sag mod min fjende i retten.7Lad ham blive kendt skyldig, lad hans selviske bønner blive afsløret.8Gør hans livstid kort, lad en anden overtage hans lederfunktion.9Lad hans børn blive faderløse og hans hustru enke.10Lad dem tigge sig til dagligt brød og blive jaget fra hus og hjem.11Lad hans kreditorer overtage hans ejendom, lad fremmede røve hans formue.12Lad ingen vise ham barmhjertighed eller have ondt af hans efterladte børn.13Lad hans slægt dø ud, så hans navn for altid er glemt.14Husk hans forfædres ondskab, tilgiv ikke hans mors synd.15Herre, husk altid på hans synder, men lad hans slægt blive glemt.16Han havde ikke tanke for andres vel, men forfulgte de fattige, pinte de fortvivlede til døde.17Han elskede at forbande, så lad ham være forbandet. Han brød sig ikke om din velsignelse, så lad være med at velsigne ham.18At forbande andre var en livsstil for ham, det gennemtrængte ham fuldstændigt.19Lad hans forbandelser ramme ham selv og dække ham som det tøj, han har på, det bælte, han bærer.20Det skal være din straf mod de fjender, der udslynger løgne og dødstrusler imod mig.21Herre, frels mig for din æres skyld. Lad mig opleve din nåde og godhed.22For jeg er i stor nød, mit hjerte hamrer af angst.23Mit liv er kortvarigt som en skygge, der forsvinder, det bliver viftet væk som en flue.24Jeg er så udmattet af at faste, at mine knæ ryster, jeg er kun skind og ben.25Folk ser på mig med foragt, de ryster på hovedet, når de ser mig.26Hjælp mig, min Herre og Gud, red mig, for du er trofast.27Så vil de se, at det er dig, der griber ind. De vil forstå, Herre, at det var dig, der reddede mig.28Lad dem bare forbande, for du velsigner mig. Deres angreb vil mislykkes, så de ydmyges, mens jeg fryder mig.29Lad mine fjender blive gjort skamfulde, lad ydmygelsen omgive dem som en kappe.30Da vil jeg takke dig, Herre, af hele mit hjerte. Jeg vil prise dig i alles påhør.31For du er på de svages side, du forsvarer dem overfor deres fjender.
King James Version
1To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise;2For the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of the deceitful are opened against me: they have spoken against me with a lying tongue.3They compassed me about also with words of hatred; and fought against me without a cause.4For my love they are my adversaries: but I give myself unto prayer.5And they have rewarded me evil for good, and hatred for my love.6Set thou a wicked man over him: and let Satan stand at his right hand.7When he shall be judged, let him be condemned: and let his prayer become sin.8Let his days be few; and let another take his office.9Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow.10Let his children be continually vagabonds, and beg: let them seek their bread also out of their desolate places.11Let the extortioner catch all that he hath; and let the strangers spoil his labour.12Let there be none to extend mercy unto him: neither let there be any to favour his fatherless children.13Let his posterity be cut off; and in the generation following let their name be blotted out.14Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered with the LORD; and let not the sin of his mother be blotted out.15Let them be before the LORD continually, that he may cut off the memory of them from the earth.16Because that he remembered not to shew mercy, but persecuted the poor and needy man, that he might even slay the broken in heart.17As he loved cursing, so let it come unto him: as he delighted not in blessing, so let it be far from him.18As he clothed himself with cursing like as with his garment, so let it come into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.19Let it be unto him as the garment which covereth him, and for a girdle wherewith he is girded continually.20Let this be the reward of mine adversaries from the LORD, and of them that speak evil against my soul.21But do thou for me, O GOD the Lord, for thy name' sake: because thy mercy is good, deliver thou me.22For I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me.23I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down as the locust.24My knees are weak through fasting; and my flesh faileth of fatness.25I became also a reproach unto them: when they looked upon me they shaked their heads.26Help me, O LORD my God: O save me according to thy mercy:27That they may know that this is thy hand; that thou, LORD, hast done it.28Let them curse, but bless thou: when they arise, let them be ashamed; but let thy servant rejoice.29Let mine adversaries be clothed with shame, and let them cover themselves with their own confusion, as with a mantle.30I will greatly praise the LORD with my mouth; yea, I will praise him among the multitude.31For he shall stand at the right hand of the poor, to save him from those that condemn his soul.
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