1 Du hevnens Gud, Herre, du hevnens Gud, åpenbar dig i herlighet!
2 Reis dig, du jordens dommer, la gjengjeldelse komme over de overmodige!
3 Hvor lenge skal de ugudelige, Herre, hvor lenge skal de ugudelige fryde sig?
4 De utgyder en strøm av ord, de fører frekk tale; alle de som gjør urett, taler store ord.
5 Ditt folk, Herre, knuser de, og din arv plager de.
6 Enken og den fremmede slår de ihjel, og farløse myrder de.
7 Og de sier: Herren ser ikke, og Jakobs Gud gir ikke akt.
8 Gi dog akt, I ufornuftige blandt folket, og I dårer, når vil I bli kloke?
9 Mon han som planter øret, ikke skulde høre? Mon han som skaper øiet, ikke skulde se?
10 Mon han som refser hedningene, ikke skulde straffe, han som gir menneskene forstand?
11 Herren kjenner menneskenes tanker, han vet at de er tomhet.
12 Salig er den mann som du, Herre, refser og gir lærdom av din lov
13 for å gi ham ro for onde dager, inntil det blir gravd en grav for den ugudelige.
14 For Herren skal ikke forkaste sitt folk og ikke forlate sin arv;
15 for dommen skal vende tilbake til rettferdighet, og alle de opriktige av hjertet skal gi den medhold.
16 Hvem reiser sig for mig imot de onde? Hvem stiller sig frem for mig imot dem som gjør urett?
17 Dersom ikke Herren var min hjelp, vilde min sjel snart bo i dødsrikets stillhet.
18 Når jeg sier: Min fot vakler, da holder din miskunnhet mig oppe, Herre!
19 Når mine urolige tanker i mitt hjerte blir mange, da husvaler din trøst min sjel.
20 Har vel fordervelsens domstol noget samfund med dig, der hvor de skaper urett under skinn av rett?
21 De slår sig skarevis sammen imot den rettferdiges sjel, og uskyldig blod dømmer de skyldig.
22 Da blir Herren mig en borg, og min Gud min tilflukts klippe.
23 Og han lar deres urett komme tilbake over dem, og for deres ondskaps skyld skal han utrydde dem; ja, Herren vår Gud skal utrydde dem.
1 O God, in whose hands is punishment, O God of punishment, let your shining face be seen.
2 Be lifted up, O judge of the earth; let their reward come to the men of pride.
3 How long will sinners, O Lord, how long will sinners have joy over us?
4 Words of pride come from their lips; all the workers of evil say great things of themselves.
5 Your people are crushed by them, O Lord, your heritage is troubled,
6 They put to death the widow and the guest, they take the lives of children who have no father;
7 And they say, Jah will not see it, the God of Jacob will not give thought to it.
8 Give your mind to my words, you who are without wisdom among the people; you foolish men, when will you be wise?
9 Has he by whom your ears were planted no hearing? or is he blind by whom your eyes were formed?
10 He who is the judge of the nations, will he not give men the reward of their acts, even he who gives knowledge to man?
11 The Lord has knowledge of the thoughts of man, for they are only a breath.
12 Happy is the man who is guided by you, O Jah, and to whom you give teaching out of your law;
13 So that you may give him rest from the days of evil, till a hole is made ready for the destruction of the sinners.
14 The Lord will not give up his people, or take away his support from his heritage;
15 But decisions will again be made in righteousness; and they will be kept by all whose hearts are true.
16 Who will give me help against the sinners? and who will be my support against the workers of evil?
17 If the Lord had not been my helper, my soul would quickly have gone down into death.
18 If I say, My foot is slipping; your mercy, O Lord, is my support.
19 Among all my troubled thoughts, your comforts are the delight of my soul.
20 What part with you has the seat of sin, which makes evil into a law?
21 They are banded together against the soul of the upright, to give decisions against those who have done no wrong.
22 But the Lord is my safe resting-place; my God is the Rock where I am safe.
23 And he has made their evil designs come back on themselves, cutting them off in their sin; the Lord our God will put an end to them.