Salme 36

1 Til Sangmesteren; af David, Herrens Tjener.

“To the chief musician, by the servant of the Lord, by David.” Saith vice itself to the wicked—so I feel it within my heart— that he should have no dread of God before his eyes.

2 Den ugudeliges Overtrædelser sige mig inden i mit Hjerte: Der er ikke Guds Frygt for hans Øjne.

For he flattereth himself in his own eyes [too much] to find out his iniquity to hate it.

3 Thi han smigrer for sig selv i sine Øjne, med Hensyn til, at hans Misgerning skulde blive fundet og hadet.

The words of his mouth are wickedness and deceit: he hath left off to be wise, to do good.

4 Hans Munds Ord ere Uret og Svig; han har ladet af at handle viselig, at gøre godt.

He deviseth wickedness upon his couch; he placeth himself on a way that is not good; evil he despiseth not.

5 Han optænker Uret paa sit Leje; han stiller sig paa en Vej, der ikke er god, det onde forkaster han ikke.

O Lord, into the heavens reacheth thy kindness, thy faithfulness even into the skies.

6 Herre! din Miskundhed er i Himlene; din Sandhed naar til Skyerne.

Thy righteousness is like the mountains of God; thy acts of justice like the great deep: man and beast dost thou ever help, O Lord.

7 Din Retfærdighed er som Gudsbjerge, dine Domme som det store Dyb; Herre! du frelser Mennesker og Dyr.

How precious is thy kindness, O God! And the children of men that seek shelter under the shadow of thy wings, —

8 Gud! hvor dyrebar er din Miskundhed; og Menneskens Børn skulle skjule sig under dine Vingers Skygge.

These will be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and of the stream of thy delights wilt thou give them to drink.

9 De skulle mættes af dit Hus's Fedme, og du skal give dem at drikke af din Lifligheds Bæk.

For with thee is the source of life: in thy light shall we see light.

10 Thi hos dig er Livets Kilde; i dit Lys skulle vi se Lys.

Draw down continuously thy kindness unto those that acknowledge thee; and thy righteousness to the upright in heart.

11 Lad din Miskundhed vare ved imod dem, som dig kende, og din Retfærdighed imod de oprigtige af Hjertet.

Let not come against me the foot of pride, and let not the hand of the wicked chase me off.

12 Lad den hovmodiges Fod ikke komme over mig og de ugudeliges Haand ikke bortstøde mig. Hist faldt de, som gjorde Uret; de bleve nedstødte og kunde ikke staa op.

There are fallen the workers of wickedness: they are thrust down, and shall not be able to rise.