Salme 139
1 Til Sangmesteren. Af David. En Salme. HERRE, du ransager mig og kender mig!
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. LORD, thou hast searched me, and known [me].
2 Du ved, naar jeg sidder, og naar jeg staar op, du fatter min Tanke i Frastand,
Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.
3 du har Rede paa, hvor jeg gaar eller ligger, og alle mine Veje kender du grant.
Thou searchest out my path and my lying down, and art 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, thou knowest it altogether.
5 Bagfra og forfra omslutter du mig, du lægger din Haand paa mig.
Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine 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?
Whither shall I from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in Sheol, behold, thou art 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 thy hand lead me, and thy 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 overwhelm me, and the light about me shall be night;
12 saa er Mørket ej mørkt for dig, og Natten er klar som Dagen, Mørket er som Lyset.
Even the darkness hideth not from thee, but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike [to thee].
13 Thi du har dannet mine Nyrer, vævet mig i Moders Liv.
For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast 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 give thanks unto thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: wonderful are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
15 Mine Ben var ikke skjult for dig, da jeg blev skabt i Løndom, virket i Jordens Dyb;
My frame was not hidden from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest 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.
Thine eyes did see mine unperfect substance, and in thy book were all [my members] written, which day by day 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 thy 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 thee.
19 Vilde du dog dræbe de gudløse, Gud, maatte Blodets Mænd vige fra mig,
Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloodthirsty men.
20 de, som taler om dig paa Skrømt og sværger falsk ved dit Navn.
For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take [thy 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 thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
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 way of wickedness in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
