Salme 19
1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
Unto the end. A psalm for David. The heavens shew forth the glory of God, and the firmament declareth the work of his hands.
2 Himlen forkynder Guds Ære, Hvælvingen kundgør hans Hænders værk.
Day to day uttereth speech, and night to night sheweth knowledge.
3 Dag bærer Bud til Dag, Nat lader Nat det vide.
There are no speeches nor languages, where their voices are not heard.
4 Uden Ord og uden Tale, uden at Lyden høres,
Their sound hath gone forth into all the earth: and their words unto the ends of the world.
5 naar Himlens Røst over Jorden vide, dens Tale til Jorderigs Ende. Paa Himlen rejste han Solen et Telt;
He hath set his tabernacle in the sun: and he, as a bridegroom coming out of his bride chamber, Hath rejoiced as a giant to run the way:
6 som en Brudgom gaar den ud af sit Kammer, er glad som en Helt ved at løbe sin Bane,
His going out is from the end of heaven, And his circuit even to the end thereof: and there is no one that can hide himself from his heat.
7 rinder op ved Himlens ene Rand, og dens Omløb naar til den anden. Intet er skjult for dens Glød.
The law of the Lord is unspotted, converting souls: the testimony of the Lord is faithful, giving wisdom to little ones.
8 HERRENS Lov er fuldkommen, kvæger Sjælen, HERRENS Vidnesbyrd holder, gør enfoldig viis,
The justices of the Lord are right, rejoicing hearts: the commandment of the Lord is lightsome, enlightening the eyes.
9 HERRENS Forskrifter er rette, glæder Hjertet, HERRENS Bud er purt, giver Øjet Glans,
The fear of the Lord is holy, enduring for ever and ever: the judgments of the Lord are true, justified in themselves.
10 HERRENS Frygt er ren, varer evigt, HERRENS Lovbud er Sandhed, rette til Hobe,
More to be desired than gold and many precious stones: and sweeter than honey and the honeycomb.
11 kostelige fremfor Guld, ja fint Guld i Mængde, søde fremfor Honning og Kubens Saft.
For thy servant keepeth them, and in keeping them there is a great reward.
12 Din Tjener tager og Vare paa dem; at holde dem lønner sig rigt.
Who can understand sins? from my secret ones cleanse me, O Lord:
13 Hvo mærker selv, at han fejler? Tilgiv mig lønlige Brøst!
And from those of others spare thy servant. If they shall have no dominion over me, then shall I be without spot: and I shall be cleansed from the greatest sin.
14 Værn ogsaa din Tjener mod frække, ej raade de over mig! Saa bliver jeg uden Lyde og fri for svare Synder. Lad min Munds Ord være dig til Behag, lad mit Hjertes Tanker naa frem for dit Aasyn, HERRE, min Klippe og min Genløser!
And the words of my mouth shall be such as may please: and the meditation of my heart always in thy sight. O Lord, my helper, and my redeemer.
