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 Canticle Psalm. In dedication to the house of David. I will extol you, Lord, for you have sustained me, and you have not allowed my enemies to delight over me.

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

O Lord my God, I have cried out to you, and you have healed me.

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

Lord, you led my soul away from Hell. You have saved me from those who descend into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing a psalm to the Lord, you his saints, and confess with remembrance of his holiness.

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

For wrath is in his indignation, and life is in his will. Toward evening, weeping will linger, and toward morning, gladness.

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

But I have said in my abundance: “I will never be disturbed.”

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

O Lord, in your will, you made virtue preferable to beauty for me. You turned your face away from me, and I became disturbed.

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

To you, Lord, I will cry out. And I will make supplication to my God.

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

What use would there be in my blood, if I descend into corruption? Will dust confess to you or announce your truth?

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

The Lord has heard, and he has been merciful to me. The Lord has become my helper.

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

You have turned my mourning into gladness for me. You have cut off my sackcloth, and you have surrounded me with joy.

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

So then, may my glory sing to you, and may I not regret it. O Lord, my God, I will confess to you for eternity.