Salme 19
1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. The heavens declare the glory of God. The expanse shows his handiwork.
2 Himlene fortælle Guds Ære, og den udstrakte Befæstning forkynder hans Hænders Gerning.
Day after day they pour out speech, and night after night they display knowledge.
3 En Dag udgyder sin Tale til den anden, og en Nat kundgør den anden Vidskab.
There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard.
4 Der er ingen Tale og ej Ord, med hvilke deres Røst ej er hørt.
Their voice has gone out through all the earth, their words to the end of the world. In them he has 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.
which is as a bridegroom coming out of his room, like a strong man rejoicing to run his course.
6 Og den gaar ud som en Brudgom af sit Brudekammer; den glæder sig som en Helt ved at løbe sin Bane.
His going out is from the end of the heavens, his circuit to its ends. There is nothing hidden from its heat.
7 Dens Udgang er fra Himmelens ene Ende, og dens Omgang indtil dens anden Ende, og intet er dækket for dens Hede.
The LORD’s law is perfect, restoring the soul. The LORD’s covenant is sure, making wise the simple.
8 Herrens Lov er fuldkommen, den vederkvæger Sjælen; Herrens Vidnesbyrd er trofast, det gør den vankundige viis.
The LORD’s precepts are right, rejoicing the heart. The LORD’s commandment is pure, enlightening the eyes.
9 Herrens Befalinger ere rette, de glæde Hjertet; Herrens Bud er rent, det oplyser Øjnene.
The fear of the LORD is clean, enduring forever. The LORD’s ordinances are true, and righteous altogether.
10 Herrens Frygt er ren, den bestaar evindelig; Herrens Domme ere Sandhed, de ere alle sammen retfærdige.
They are more to be desired than gold, yes, than much fine gold, sweeter also than honey and the extract of the honeycomb.
11 De ere kosteligere end Guld, ja, end meget fint Guld, og sødere end Honning og Honningkage.
Moreover your servant is warned by them. 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 can discern his errors? Forgive me from hidden errors.
13 Hvo mærker Vildfarelserne? rens du mig fra lønlig Brøst!
Keep back your servant also from presumptuous sins. Let them not have dominion over me. Then I will be upright. I will be blameless and innocent of 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 your sight, LORD, my rock, and my redeemer.
