Salme 125

1 Sang til Festrejserne. De, der stoler Paa HERREN, er som Zions Bjerg, der aldrig i Evighed rokkes.

`The song of greces. Thei that tristen in the Lord ben as the hil of Syon; he schal not be moued with outen ende,

2 Jerusalem ligger hegnet af Bjerge; og HERREN hegner sit Folk fra nu og til evig Tid:

that dwellith in Jerusalem. Hillis ben in the cumpas of it, and the Lord is in the cumpas of his puple; fro this tyme now and in to the world.

3 Han lader ej Gudløsheds Herskerstav tynge retfærdiges Lod, at retfærdige ikke skal udrække Haanden til Uret.

For the Lord schal not leeue the yerde of synneris on the part of iust men; that iust men holde not forth her hondis to wickidnesse.

4 HERRE, vær god mod de gode, de oprigtige af Hjertet;

Lord, do thou wel; to good men, and of riytful herte.

5 men dem, der slaar ind paa Krogveje, dem bortdrive HERREN tillige med Udaadsmænd. Fred over Israel!

But the Lord schal lede them that bowen in to obligaciouns, with hem that worchen wickidnesse; pees be on Israel.