Salme 16
1 Af David; et „gyldent Smykke‟. Gud! bevar mig; thi jeg tror paa dig.
A writing of David. Keep me, O Lord; for I have hoped in you.
2 Du sagde til Herren: Du er min Herre, jeg har intet Gode uden dig;
I said to the Lord, You are my Lord; for you has no need of my goodness.
3 i Samfund med de hellige, som ere i Landet, og de herlige, til hvilke al min Lyst er.
On behalf of the saints that are in his land, he has magnified all his pleasure in them.
4 Mange skulle deres Smerter blive, som haste efter en anden; jeg vil ikke udgyde deres Drikofre af Blod og ikke tage deres Navne paa mine Læber.
Their weaknesses have been multiplied; afterward they hasted. I will by no means assemble their bloody meetings, neither will I make mention of their names with my lips.
5 Herren er min Arvs Del og mit Bæger; du er den, som opholder min Lod.
The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: you are he that restores my inheritance to me.
6 Snorene faldt mig paa de liflige Steder, ja, en dejlig Arv tilfaldt mig.
The lines have fallen to me in the best places, yes, I have a most excellent heritage.
7 Jeg vil love Herren, som gav mig Raad; ja, mine Nyrer paaminde mig om Nætterne.
I will bless the Lord who has instructed me; my reins too have chastened me even till night.
8 Jeg har stedse sat Herren for mig; thi han er ved min højre Haand, jeg skal ikke rokkes.
I foresaw the Lord always before my face; for he is on my right hand, that I should not be moved.
9 Derfor glæder mit Hjerte sig, og min Ære fryder sig; ja, mit Kød skal bo tryggelig.
Therefore my heart rejoiced an my tongue exulted; moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope:
10 Thi du vil ikke overlade min Sjæl til Dødsriget; du skal ikke lade din hellige se Forraadnelse. (Sheol h7585)
because you will not leave my soul in hell, neither will you suffer your Holy One to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
11 Du vil kundgøre mig Livets Sti; for dit Ansigt er Mættelse af Glæder, Livsaligheder ved din højre Haand evindelig.
You have made known to me the ways of life; you will fill me with joy with your countenance: at your right hand [there are] delights for ever.
