Psalm 108
A song. A psalm of David.
1God, my heart feels secure.
I will sing and make music to you with all my heart.
2Harp and lyre, wake up!
I want to sing and make music before the sun rises.
3Lord, I will praise you among the nations.
I will sing about you among the people of the earth.
4Great is your love. It is higher than the heavens.
Your truth reaches to the skies.
5God, may you be honored above the heavens.
Let your glory be over the whole earth.
6Save us. Help us with your powerful right hand,
so that those you love may be saved.
7God has spoken from his temple.
He has said, “I will win the battle.
Then I will divide up the land around Shechem.
I will divide up the Valley of Sukkoth.
8Gilead belongs to me, and so does the land of Manasseh.
Ephraim is the strongest tribe. It is like a helmet for my head.
Judah is the royal tribe. It is like a ruler’s scepter.
9Moab serves me like one who washes my feet.
I toss my sandal on Edom to show that I own it.
I shout to Philistia that I have won the battle.”
10Who will bring me to the city that has high walls around it?
Who will lead me to the land of Edom?
11God, isn’t it you, even though you have now turned away from us?
Isn’t it you, even though you don’t lead our armies into battle anymore?
12Help us against our enemies.
The help people give doesn’t amount to anything.
13With your help we will win the battle.
You will walk all over our enemies.
Hjælp mod fjenden
1En sang af David.
2Jeg er fuld af tillid til dig, Gud,
jeg vil synge og spille til din ære.
3Jeg vil gribe min harpe og lyre,
når befrielsens sol står op.108,3 Mere ordret: „Rejs dig ved morgenrøden.” Da solens lys driver nattens mørke på flugt, er morgenrøden et billede på det øjeblik, befrielsen kommer.
4Jeg vil takke dig, Herre, blandt folkeslagene,
jeg vil synge din pris for de fremmede.
5Din trofasthed fylder universet,
din godhed når til skyerne.
6Herre, lad din storhed fylde himmelrummet,
lad din herlighed komme over hele jorden.
7Hør min bøn og gør brug af din magt,
så dit elskede folk kan blive reddet.
8Gud har talt fra sin helligdom:
„Med glæde vil jeg udstykke Sikem,
jeg vil udmåle Sukkots dal.
9Gilead tilhører mig,
Manasse er min ejendom.
Kongerne kommer fra Juda,
og dygtige krigere fra Efraim.
10Moabitterne skal tjene mig
og edomitterne være mine slaver.
Jeg vinder sejr over filistrene.”
11Hvem tager med os til den befæstede by?
Hvem vil gå med os mod Edom?
12Herre, har du forkastet os?
Hvorfor drager du ikke med os i krig?
13Hjælp os dog mod vore fjender,
for menneskers hjælp er intet værd.
14Med Guds hjælp vinder vi sejr,
for han vil trampe vore fjender ned.
