Salme 139
1 Til Sangmesteren. Af David. En Salme. HERRE, du ransager mig og kender mig!
O lord, you have searched me, and known me.
2 Du ved, naar jeg sidder, og naar jeg staar op, du fatter min Tanke i Frastand,
You know my sitting down and mine rising up, you understand my thought far off.
3 du har Rede paa, hvor jeg gaar eller ligger, og alle mine Veje kender du grant.
You compass my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.
4 Thi før Ordet er til paa min Tunge, se, da ved du det, HERRE, til fulde.
For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, you know it altogether.
5 Bagfra og forfra omslutter du mig, du lægger din Haand paa mig.
You have beset me behind and before, and laid your hand upon me.
6 At fatte det er mig for underfuldt, for højt, jeg evner det ikke!
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
7 Hvorhen skal jeg gaa for din Aand, og hvor skal jeg fly for dit Aasyn?
Where shall I go from your spirit? or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend up into heaven, you are there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, you are there. (Sheol h7585)
9 tager jeg Morgenrødens Vinger, fæster jeg Bo, hvor Havet ender,
If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
10 da vil din Haand ogsaa lede mig der, din højre holde mig fast!
Even there shall your hand lead me, and your right hand shall hold me.
11 Og siger jeg: »Mørket skal skjule mig, Lyset blive Nat omkring mig!«
If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.
12 saa er Mørket ej mørkt for dig, og Natten er klar som Dagen, Mørket er som Lyset.
Yea, the darkness hides not from you; but the night shines as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to you.
13 Thi du har dannet mine Nyrer, vævet mig i Moders Liv.
For you have possessed my reins: you have covered me in my mother's womb.
14 Jeg vil takke dig, fordi jeg er underfuldt skabt; underfulde er dine Gerninger, det kender min Sjæl til fulde.
I will praise you; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are your works; and that my soul knows right well.
15 Mine Ben var ikke skjult for dig, da jeg blev skabt i Løndom, virket i Jordens Dyb;
My substance was not hid from you, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the low parts of the earth.
16 som Foster saa dine Øjne mig, i din Bog var de alle skrevet, Dagene var bestemt, før en eneste af dem var kommet.
your eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect; and in your book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
17 Hvor kostelige er dine Tanker mig, Gud, hvor stor er dog deres Sum!
How precious also are your thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
18 Tæller jeg dem, er de flere end Sandet, jeg vaagner — og end er jeg hos dig.
If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with you.
19 Vilde du dog dræbe de gudløse, Gud, maatte Blodets Mænd vige fra mig,
Surely you will slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, all of you bloody men.
20 de, som taler om dig paa Skrømt og sværger falsk ved dit Navn.
For they speak against you wickedly, and your enemies take your name in vain.
21 Jeg hader jo dem, der hader dig, HERRE, og væmmes ved dem, der staar dig imod;
Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate you? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against you?
22 med fuldt Had hader jeg dem, de er ogsaa mine Fjender.
I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.
23 Ransag mig, Gud, og kend mit Hjerte, prøv mig og kend mine Tanker!
Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:
24 Se, om jeg er paa Smertens Vej, og led mig paa Evigheds Vej!
And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
