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大卫在洞里作的训诲诗,是一篇祈祷。

求主眷顾

142 我出声哀告耶和华,
    出声恳求耶和华。
我在他面前倾诉我的苦情,
    在他面前陈说我的患难。
我的灵在我里面发昏的时候,
    你知道我的道路。

在我所行的路上,
    人为我暗设罗网。
求你留意向我右边观看,
    无人认识我;
我无避难之处,
    也无人眷顾我。

耶和华啊,我曾向你哀求。
    我说:“你是我的避难所,
    在活人之地,你是我的福分。”
求你留心听我的呼求,
    因我落到极卑微之地;
求你救我脱离迫害我的人,
    因为他们比我强盛。
求你从被囚之地领我出来,
    我好颂扬你的名。
义人必环绕我,
    因为你用厚恩待我。

A Plea for Relief from Persecutors

A (A)Contemplation[a] of David. A Prayer (B)when he was in the cave.

142 I cry out to the Lord with my voice;
With my voice to the Lord I make my supplication.
I pour out my complaint before Him;
I declare before Him my trouble.

When my spirit [b]was (C)overwhelmed within me,
Then You knew my path.
In the way in which I walk
They have secretly (D)set a snare for me.
Look on my right hand and see,
For there is no one who acknowledges me;
Refuge has failed me;
No one cares for my soul.

I cried out to You, O Lord:
I said, “You are my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living.
[c]Attend to my cry,
For I am brought very low;
Deliver me from my persecutors,
For they are stronger than I.
Bring my soul out of prison,
That I may (E)praise Your name;
The righteous shall surround me,
For You shall deal bountifully with me.”

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 142:1 Heb. Maschil
  2. Psalm 142:3 Lit. fainted
  3. Psalm 142:6 Give heed

142 En læresalme av David, da han var i hulen, en bønn.

Med min røst roper jeg til Herren, med min røst beder jeg inderlig til Herren.

Jeg utøser min sorg for hans åsyn, jeg gir min nød til kjenne for hans åsyn.

Når min ånd vansmekter i mig, kjenner dog du min sti; på den vei jeg skal vandre, har de lagt skjulte snarer for mig.

Sku til min høire side og se! Det er ikke nogen som kjennes ved mig; all tilflukt er borte for mig, det er ikke nogen som spør efter min sjel.

Jeg roper til dig, Herre! Jeg sier: Du er min tilflukt, min del i de levendes land.

Gi akt på mitt klagerop, for jeg er blitt såre elendig! Fri mig fra mine forfølgere, for de er mig for sterke!

Før min sjel ut av fengslet, så jeg kan love ditt navn! De rettferdige skal samle sig omkring mig, når du gjør vel imot mig.

142 I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.