Salme 30

1 En Psalme, en Sang ved Husets Indvielse; af David. Herre! jeg vil ophøje dig; thi du har draget mig op, og du lod ikke mine Fjender glædes over mig.

A Psalm. A Song at the blessing of the House. Of David. I will give you praise and honour, O Lord, because through you I have been lifted up; you have not given my haters cause to be glad over me.

2 Herre, min Gud! jeg raabte til dig, og du helbredede mig.

O Lord my God, I sent up my cry to you, and you have made me well.

3 Herre! du førte min Sjæl op fra de døde, du lod mig leve, at jeg ikke for ned i Hulen. (Sheol h7585)

O Lord, you have made my soul come again from the underworld: you have given me life and kept me from going down among the dead. (Sheol h7585)

4 Synger for Herren, I hans hellige! og priser hans Helligheds Ihukommelse.

Make songs to the Lord, O you saints of his, and give praise to his holy name.

5 Thi et Øjeblik varer hans Vrede, men hans Naade Livet igennem; om Aftenen gæster os Graad, men om Morgenen Frydeskrig.

For his wrath is only for a minute; in his grace there is life; weeping may be for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

6 Og jeg sagde i min Tryghed: Jeg skal ikke rokkes evindelig.

When things went well for me I said, I will never be moved.

7 Herre! i din Naade havde du befæstet mit Bjerg; du skjulte dit Ansigt, da blev jeg forfærdet.

Lord, by your grace you have kept my mountain strong: when your face was turned from me I was troubled.

8 Til dig, Herre! vil jeg raabe, og til Herren vil jeg bede ydmygeligt.

My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.

9 Hvad Vinding er der i mit Blod, at jeg farer ned til Graven? Kan Støv takke dig? Kan det forkynde din Sandhed?

What profit is there in my blood if I go down into the underworld? will the dust give you praise, or be a witness to your help?

10 Herre! hør, og vær mig naadig; Herre! vær min Hjælper.

Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper.

11 Du har omskiftet min Sorg til Dans for mig; du har løst min Sæk og bundet op om mig med Glæde,

By you my sorrow is turned into dancing; you have taken away my clothing of grief, and given me robes of joy;

12 at min Ære maa lovsynge dig og ikke tie; Herre, min Gud! evindelig vil jeg takke dig.

So that my glory may make songs of praise to you and not be quiet. O Lord my God, I will give you praise for ever.