Salme 19
1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.
To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. The heavens declare the glory of God; and the expanse sheweth the work of his hands.
2 Himlene fortælle Guds Ære, og den udstrakte Befæstning forkynder hans Hænders Gerning.
Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.
3 En Dag udgyder sin Tale til den anden, og en Nat kundgør den anden Vidskab.
There is no speech and there are no words, yet their voice is heard.
4 Der er ingen Tale og ej Ord, med hvilke deres Røst ej er hørt.
Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their language to the extremity of the world. In them hath he set a tent for the sun,
5 Deres Maalesnor er udgangen over al Jorden og deres Ord til Jorderiges Ende, han satte et Telt for Solen paa dem.
And he is as a bridegroom going forth from his chamber; he rejoiceth as a strong man to run the race.
6 Og den gaar ud som en Brudgom af sit Brudekammer; den glæder sig som en Helt ved at løbe sin Bane.
His going forth is from the end of the heavens, and his circuit unto the ends of it; and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
7 Dens Udgang er fra Himmelens ene Ende, og dens Omgang indtil dens anden Ende, og intet er dækket for dens Hede.
The law of Jehovah is perfect, restoring the soul; the testimony of Jehovah is sure, making wise the simple;
8 Herrens Lov er fuldkommen, den vederkvæger Sjælen; Herrens Vidnesbyrd er trofast, det gør den vankundige viis.
The precepts of Jehovah are right, rejoicing the heart; the commandment of Jehovah is pure, enlightening the eyes;
9 Herrens Befalinger ere rette, de glæde Hjertet; Herrens Bud er rent, det oplyser Øjnene.
The fear of Jehovah is clean, enduring for ever; the judgments of Jehovah are truth, they are righteous altogether:
10 Herrens Frygt er ren, den bestaar evindelig; Herrens Domme ere Sandhed, de ere alle sammen retfærdige.
They are more precious than gold, yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey and the dropping of the honeycomb.
11 De ere kosteligere end Guld, ja, end meget fint Guld, og sødere end Honning og Honningkage.
Moreover, by them is thy servant enlightened; in keeping them there is great reward.
12 Ogsaa din Tjener bliver paamindet ved dem; naar man holder dem, da er der stor Løn.
Who understandeth [his] errors? Purify me from secret [faults].
13 Hvo mærker Vildfarelserne? rens du mig fra lønlig Brøst!
Keep back thy servant also from presumptuous [sins]; let them not have dominion over me: then shall I be perfect, and I shall be innocent from great transgression.
14 Hold og din Tjener borte fra de hovmodige, at de ikke skulle herske over mig, da bliver jeg urokkelig og uden Skyld for store Overtrædelser. Lad min Munds Ord og mit Hjertes Betænkning være til Behag for dit Ansigt, Herre, min Klippe og min Genløser!
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in thy sight, O Jehovah, my rock, and my redeemer.
