Salme 84

1 Til Sangmesteren; til Githith; af Koras Børn, en Psalme.

For the choirmaster. According to Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. How lovely is Your dwelling place, O LORD of Hosts!

2 Hvor elskelige ere dine Boliger, Herre Zebaoth!

My soul longs, even faints, for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

3 Min Sjæl begærer, ja længes efter Herrens Forgaarde; mit Hjerte og mit Kød raabe med Fryd til den levende Gud.

Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she places her young near Your altars, O LORD of Hosts, my King and my God.

4 Ja, Spurven har fundet et Hus og Svalen sin Rede, hvor den har lagt sine Unger: Dine Altre, Herre Zebaoth, min Konge og min Gud!

How blessed are those who dwell in Your house! They are ever praising You.

5 Salige ere de, som bo i dit Hus, de skulle endnu love dig. (Sela)

Blessed are those whose strength is in You, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.

6 Saligt er det Menneske, hvis Styrke er i dig, og i hvis Hjerte de rette Veje ere.

As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a place of springs; even the autumn rain covers it with pools.

7 Naar de gaa igennem Morbærdalen, gøre de den til Kildevæld, ja, og en Regn med Velsignelser skal bedække dem.

They go from strength to strength, until each appears before God in Zion.

8 De gaa frem fra Kraft til Kraft; de ses for Gud paa Zion.

O LORD God of Hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob.

9 Herre, Gud Zebaoth! hør min Bøn, Jakobs Gud! vend dit Øre til den. (Sela)

Take notice of our shield, O God, and look with favor on the face of Your anointed.

10 Gud, vort Skjold! se til og sku din Salvedes Ansigt.

For better is one day in Your courts than a thousand elsewhere. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked.

11 Thi een Dag i dine Forgaarde er bedre end tusinde; jeg udvælger hellere at ligge ved Dørtærskelen i min Guds Hus end at bo i de ugudeliges Telte.

For the LORD God is a sun and a shield; the LORD gives grace and glory; He withholds no good thing from those who walk with integrity.

12 Thi Gud Herren er Sol og Skjold; Herren giver Naade og Ære, intet godt nægter han dem, som vandre i Oprigtighed. Herre Zebaoth! saligt er det Menneske, som forlader sig paa dig.

O LORD of Hosts, how blessed is the man who trusts in You!