Salme 9
1 Til Sangmesteren; til Muth-Labben; en Psalme af David. Jeg vil takke Herren af mit ganske Hjerte, jeg vil fortælle alle dine underfulde Gerninger.
Unto the end. For the secrets of the Son. A Psalm of David. I will confess to you, Lord, with my whole heart. I will recount all your wonders.
2 Jeg vil glæde og fryde mig i dig, jeg vil lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste!
I will rejoice and exult in you. I will sing a psalm to your name, O Most High.
3 Naar mine Fjender vige tilbage, da skulle de støde an og omkomme for dig.
For my enemy will be turned back. They will be weakened and perish before your face.
4 Thi du har udført min Ret og min Sag; du har sat dig paa Tronen, du, som dømmer Retfærdighed.
For you have accomplished my judgment and my cause. You have sat upon the throne that judges justice.
5 Du truede Hedningerne, du tilintetgjorde den ugudelige, du, udslettede deres Navn evindelig og altid.
You have rebuked the Gentiles, and the impious one has perished. You have deleted their name in eternity and for all generations.
6 Fjenderne ere ikke mere, de ere ødelagte evindelig; og du har nedbrudt Stæderne, deres Ihukommelse er forsvunden med dem.
The spears of the enemy have failed in the end, and their cities, you have destroyed. Their memory has perished with a loud noise.
7 Men Herren skal blive evindelig; han har beredt sin Trone til Dom.
But the Lord remains in eternity. He has prepared his throne in judgment.
8 Og han skal dømme Verden med Retfærdighed; han skal afsige Dom over Folkene med Retvished.
And he will judge the whole world in equity. He will judge the people in justice.
9 Og Herren være den ringe en Ophøjelse, ja en Ophøjelse i Nødens Tider!
And the Lord has become a refuge for the poor, a helper in opportunity, in tribulation.
10 Og de, som kendte dit Navn, skulle forlade sig paa dig; thi du har ikke forladt dem, som søge dig, Herre!
And may they hope in you, who know your name. For you have not abandoned those seeking you, Lord.
11 Lovsynger Herren, som bor paa Zion, kundgører iblandt Folkene hans Gerninger!
Sing a psalm to the Lord, who dwells in Zion. Announce his study among the Gentiles.
12 Thi han, som hævner Blod, kommer dem i Hu, han har ikke glemt de elendiges Skrig.
Because of those who yearned for their blood, he has remembered them. He has not forgotten the cry of the poor.
13 Herre, vær mig naadig, se, kvad jeg maa taale af dem, som hade mig, du som ophøjer mig fra Dødens Porte,
Have mercy on me, Lord. See my humiliation from my enemies.
14 paa det jeg kan fortælle al din Lov i Zions Datters Porte, at jeg maa fryde mig i din Frelse.
You lift me up from the gates of death, so that I may announce all your praises at the gates of the daughter of Zion.
15 Hedningerne ere sunkne i Graven, som de gjorde; deres Fod er greben i Garnet, som de skjulte.
I will exult in your salvation. The Gentiles have become trapped in the ruin that they made. Their foot has been caught in the same snare that they themselves had hidden.
16 Herren er bleven kendt, han har gjort Ret; den ugudelige er besnæret i sine Hænders Gerning. (Higgajon, Sela)
The Lord will be recognized when making judgments. The sinner has been caught in the works of his own hands. (Pause)
The sinners will be turned into Hell: all the Gentiles who have forgotten God. (Sheol h7585)
18 Thi en fattig skal ikke glemmes evindelig, de elendiges Forventning ikke altid skuffes.
For the poor will not be forgotten in the end. The patience of the poor will not perish in the end.
19 Herre! staa op, lad ikke et Menneske blive mægtigt; lad Hedningerne dømmes for dit Ansigt!
Rise up, Lord: do not let man be strengthened. Let the Gentiles be judged in your sight.
20 Lad Frygt, o Herre! komme paa dem; lad Hedningerne kende, at de ere Mennesker. (Sela)
O Lord, establish a lawgiver over them, so that the Gentiles may know that they are only men. (Pause)
