< Salme 36 >

1 Til Sangmesteren. Af HERRENS Tjener David.
To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid, the servant of the Lord. Wickedness sayeth to the wicked man, euen in mine heart, that there is no feare of God before his eyes.
2 Synden taler til den gudløse inde i hans Hjerte; Gudsfrygt har han ikke for Øje;
For hee flattereth himselfe in his owne eyes, while his iniquitie is foud worthy to be hated.
3 thi den smigrer ham frækt og siger, at ingen skal finde hans Brøde og hade ham.
The wordes of his mouth are iniquitie and deceit: hee hath left off to vnderstand and to doe good.
4 Hans Munds Ord er Uret og Svig, han har ophørt at handle klogt og godt;
Hee imagineth mischiefe vpon his bed: he setteth himselfe vpon a way, that is not good, and doeth not abhorre euill.
5 paa sit Leje udtænker han Uret, han træder en Vej, som ikke er god; det onde afskyr han ikke.
Thy mercy, O Lord, reacheth vnto the heauens, and thy faithfulnesse vnto the cloudes.
6 HERRE, din Miskundhed rækker til Himlen, din Trofasthed naar til Skyerne,
Thy righteousnesse is like the mightie moutaines: thy iudgements are like a great deepe: thou, Lord, doest saue man and beast.
7 din Retfærd er som Guds Bjerge, dine Domme som det store Dyb; HERRE, du frelser Folk og Fæ,
How excellent is thy mercy, O God! therefore the children of men trust vnder the shadowe of thy wings.
8 hvor dyrebar er dog din Miskundhed, Gud! Og Menneskebørnene skjuler sig i dine Vingers Skygge;
They shall be satisfied with the fatnesse of thine house, and thou shalt giue them drinke out of the riuer of thy pleasures.
9 de kvæges ved dit Huses Fedme, du læsker dem af din Lifligheds Strøm;
For with thee is the well of life, and in thy light shall we see light.
10 thi hos dig er Livets Kilde, i dit Lys skuer vi Lys!
Extend thy louing kindnes vnto them that knowe thee, and thy righteousnesse vnto them that are vpright in heart.
11 Lad din Miskundhed blive over dem, der kender dig, din Retfærd over de oprigtige af Hjertet.
Let not ye foote of pride come against me, and let not the hand of ye wicked men moue me.
12 Lad Hovmods Fod ej træde mig ned, gudløses Haand ej jage mig bort. Se, Udaadsmændene falder, slaas ned, saa de ikke kan rejse sig.
There they are fallen that worke iniquity: they are cast downe, and shall not be able to rise.

< Salme 36 >