Salme 36

1 Til Sangmesteren; af David, Herrens Tjener.

For the Chief Musician. By David, the servant of the LORD. A revelation is within my heart about the disobedience of the wicked: There is no fear 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 flatters himself in his own eyes, too much to detect and hate his sin.

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 iniquity and deceit. He has ceased to be wise and to do good.

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

He plots iniquity on his bed. He sets himself in a way that is not good. He doesn’t abhor evil.

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

Your loving kindness, LORD, is in the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches to the skies.

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

Your righteousness is like the mountains of God. Your judgments are like a great deep. LORD, you preserve man and animal.

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

How precious is your loving kindness, God! The children of men take refuge under the shadow of your wings.

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

They shall be abundantly satisfied with the abundance of your house. You will make them drink of the river of your pleasures.

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

For with you is the spring of life. In your light we will see light.

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

Oh continue your loving kindness to those who know you, your 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.

Don’t let the foot of pride come against me. Don’t let the hand of the wicked drive me away.

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 the workers of iniquity are fallen. They are thrust down, and shall not be able to rise.