Salme 19
1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
To victorie, the salm of Dauid. Heuenes tellen out the glorie of God; and the firmament tellith the werkis of hise hondis.
2 Himlen forkynder Guds Ære, Hvælvingen kundgør hans Hænders værk.
The dai tellith out to the dai a word; and the nyyt schewith kunnyng to the nyyt.
3 Dag bærer Bud til Dag, Nat lader Nat det vide.
No langagis ben, nether wordis; of whiche the voices of hem ben not herd.
4 Uden Ord og uden Tale, uden at Lyden høres,
The soun of hem yede out in to al erthe; and the wordis of hem `yeden out in to the endis of the world.
5 naar Himlens Røst over Jorden vide, dens Tale til Jorderigs Ende. Paa Himlen rejste han Solen et Telt;
In the sunne he hath set his tabernacle; and he as a spouse comynge forth of his chaumbre. He fulli ioyede, as a giaunt, to renne his weie;
6 som en Brudgom gaar den ud af sit Kammer, er glad som en Helt ved at løbe sin Bane,
his goynge out was fro hiyeste heuene. And his goyng ayen was to the hiyeste therof; and noon is that hidith hym silf fro his heet.
7 rinder op ved Himlens ene Rand, og dens Omløb naar til den anden. Intet er skjult for dens Glød.
The lawe of the Lord is with out wem, and conuertith soulis; the witnessyng of the Lord is feithful, and yyueth wisdom to litle children.
8 HERRENS Lov er fuldkommen, kvæger Sjælen, HERRENS Vidnesbyrd holder, gør enfoldig viis,
The riytfulnessis of the Lord ben riytful, gladdynge hertis; the comaundement of the Lord is cleere, liytnynge iyen.
9 HERRENS Forskrifter er rette, glæder Hjertet, HERRENS Bud er purt, giver Øjet Glans,
The hooli drede of the Lord dwellith in to world of world; the domes of the Lord ben trewe, iustified in to hem silf.
10 HERRENS Frygt er ren, varer evigt, HERRENS Lovbud er Sandhed, rette til Hobe,
Desirable more than gold, and a stoon myche preciouse; and swettere than hony and honycoomb.
11 kostelige fremfor Guld, ja fint Guld i Mængde, søde fremfor Honning og Kubens Saft.
`Forwhi thi seruaunt kepith thoo; myche yeldyng is in tho to be kept.
12 Din Tjener tager og Vare paa dem; at holde dem lønner sig rigt.
Who vndurstondith trespassis? make thou me cleene fro my priuy synnes;
13 Hvo mærker selv, at han fejler? Tilgiv mig lønlige Brøst!
and of alien synnes spare thi seruaunt. `If the forseid defautis ben not, Lord, of me, than Y schal be with out wem; and Y schal be clensid of the mooste synne.
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 spechis of my mouth schulen be, that tho plese; and the thenkynge of myn herte euere in thi siyt. Lord, myn helpere; and myn ayenbiere.
