Salme 65
1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David; en Sang.
For the music director. A psalm of David. A song. God, you deserve to be praised, and in Zion we will keep our promises to you.
2 Gud! man lover dig i det stille i Zion, og dig skal betales Løfte.
You hear our prayers; everyone comes to you.
3 Du, som hører Bønnen, hen til dig tyr alt Kød.
Even though we're drowning in our sins and our disobedience, you forgive us.
4 Misgerningerne ere blevne mig for svare; vore Overtrædelser, dem ville du sone!
Happy are those you choose to keep close to you, those who live in your courts! We are delighted with the blessings we receive in your house, your holy Temple!
5 Salig er den, som du udvælger og lader komme nær, at han maa bo i dine Forgaarde; vi skulle mættes med dit Hus's Gode, i dit Tempels Helligdom.
In your goodness you answer us through the wonderful things you do, God of our salvation. You can be trusted by everyone on earth, including those sailing distant oceans.
6 Forfærdelige Ting skal du, vor Frelses Gud, svare os i Retfærdighed, du, som er en Fortrøstning for den hele vide Jord og Havet i det fjerne.
You made the mountains by your power, for you have great strength.
7 Han gør Bjergene faste ved sin Kraft, han er omgjordet med Vælde;
You calm the raging seas and crashing waves, you silence the noisy shouts of the nations.
8 han stiller Havets Brusen, dets Bølgers Brusen derudi og Folkenes Bulder.
Everyone, even those in distant lands, are amazed by the wonderful things you do, from the east to the west they sing for joy.
9 Og de, som bo ved det yderste, frygte for dine Tegn; du fylder Morgenens og Aftenens Frembrud med Jubel.
You care for the earth and water it; you make it very productive. God, your river is full of water to grow the grain—this is what you have planned.
10 Du har besøgt Jorden og givet den Overflod, du gør den meget rig; Guds Bæk er fuld af Vand, du bereder dem Korn, thi dertil gør du Jorden skikket.
You fill the ploughed furrows with water, you soften the ridges; you bless the growing crops.
11 Du vander dens Furer, du nedtrykker det pløjede; du gør den blød med Regn, du velsigner dens Grøde.
You make the high point of the year a wonderful harvest, filling the wagons with good things.
12 Du kroner Aaret med dit Gode, og dine Fodspor dryppe med Fedme.
The pastures in the wilderness grow lush; the hillsides are clothed in bright flowers.
13 Græsgangene i Ørken dryppe, og Højene ere omgjordede med Fryd. Engene ere klædte med Faarehjorde, og Dalene ere skjulte med Korn; de juble, ja de synge.
The meadows are covered with flocks of sheep, and the valleys with fields of grain. Everything triumphantly sings for joy.
