Salme 139
1 Til Sangmesteren. Af David. En Salme. HERRE, du ransager mig og kender mig!
[For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.] Jehovah, you have searched me, and you know me.
2 Du ved, naar jeg sidder, og naar jeg staar op, du fatter min Tanke i Frastand,
You know my sitting down and my rising up. You perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 du har Rede paa, hvor jeg gaar eller ligger, og alle mine Veje kender du grant.
You search out 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 on my tongue, but, look, Jehovah, you know it altogether.
5 Bagfra og forfra omslutter du mig, du lægger din Haand paa mig.
You encircle me behind and in front, and you place your hand upon me.
6 At fatte det er mig for underfuldt, for højt, jeg evner det ikke!
This knowledge is beyond me. It's lofty. I can't attain it.
7 Hvorhen skal jeg gaa for din Aand, og hvor skal jeg fly for dit Aasyn?
Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?
If I ascend up into heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in Sheol, look, you are there. (Sheol h7585)
9 tager jeg Morgenrødens Vinger, fæster jeg Bo, hvor Havet ender,
If I take the wings of the dawn, and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea;
10 da vil din Haand ogsaa lede mig der, din højre holde mig fast!
Even there your hand will lead me, and your right hand will hold me.
11 Og siger jeg: »Mørket skal skjule mig, Lyset blive Nat omkring mig!«
If I say, "Surely the darkness will overwhelm me; the light around me will be night;"
12 saa er Mørket ej mørkt for dig, og Natten er klar som Dagen, Mørket er som Lyset.
even the darkness doesn't hide from you, but the night shines as the day. The darkness is like light to you.
13 Thi du har dannet mine Nyrer, vævet mig i Moders Liv.
For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together 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 give thanks to you, for I am awesomely and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful, and my soul knows that very well.
15 Mine Ben var ikke skjult for dig, da jeg blev skabt i Løndom, virket i Jordens Dyb;
My frame wasn't hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths 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 saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.
17 Hvor kostelige er dine Tanker mig, Gud, hvor stor er dog deres Sum!
How precious to me are your thoughts, God. How vast is the sum of them.
18 Tæller jeg dem, er de flere end Sandet, jeg vaagner — og end er jeg hos dig.
If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
19 Vilde du dog dræbe de gudløse, Gud, maatte Blodets Mænd vige fra mig,
If only you, God, would kill the wicked. Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men.
20 de, som taler om dig paa Skrømt og sværger falsk ved dit Navn.
For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.
21 Jeg hader jo dem, der hader dig, HERRE, og væmmes ved dem, der staar dig imod;
Jehovah, do I not hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?
22 med fuldt Had hader jeg dem, de er ogsaa mine Fjender.
I hate them with perfect hatred. They have become my enemies.
23 Ransag mig, Gud, og kend mit Hjerte, prøv mig og kend mine Tanker!
Search me, 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!
See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the everlasting way.
