Salme 50
1 En Salme af Asaf. Gud, Gud HERREN taled og stævnede Jorden hid fra Sol i Opgang til Sol i Bjærge;
A Psalm by Asaph. The Mighty One, God, the LORD, speaks, and calls the earth from sunrise to sunset.
2 fra Zion, Skønhedens Krone, viste Gud sig i Straaleglans
Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God shines out.
3 — vor Gud komme og tie ikke! — Foran ham gik fortærende Ild, omkring ham rasede Storm;
Our God comes, and does not keep silent. A fire devours before him. It is very stormy around him.
4 han stævned Himlen deroppe hid og Jorden for at dømme sit Folk:
He calls to the heavens above, to the earth, that he may judge his people:
5 »Saml mig mine fromme, der sluttede Pagt med mig ved Ofre!«
“Gather my saints together to me, those who have made a covenant with me by sacrifice.”
6 Og Himlen forkyndte hans Retfærd, at Gud er den, der dømmer. (Sela)
The heavens shall declare his righteousness, for God himself is judge. (Selah)
7 Hør, mit Folk, jeg vil tale, Israel, jeg vil vidne imod dig, Gud, din Gud er jeg!
“Hear, my people, and I will speak. Israel, I will testify against you. I am God, your God.
8 Jeg laster dig ikke for dine Slagtofre, dine Brændofre har jeg jo stadig for Øje;
I do not rebuke you for your sacrifices. Your burnt offerings are continually before me.
9 jeg tager ej Tyre fra dit Hus eller Bukke fra dine Stalde;
I have no need for a bull from your stall, nor male goats from your pens.
10 thi mig tilhører alt Skovens Vildt, Dyrene paa de tusinde Bjerge;
For every animal of the forest is mine, and the livestock on a thousand hills.
11 jeg kender alle Bjergenes Fugle, har rede paa Markens Vrimmel.
I know all the birds of the mountains. The wild animals of the field are mine.
12 Om jeg hungred, jeg sagde det ikke til dig, thi mit er Jorderig og dets Fylde!
If I were hungry, I would not tell you, for the world is mine, and all that is in it.
13 Mon jeg æder Tyres Kød eller drikker Bukkes Blod?
Will I eat the meat of bulls, or drink the blood of goats?
14 Lovsang skal du ofre til Gud og holde den Højeste dine Løfter.
Offer to God the sacrifice of thanksgiving. Pay your vows to the Most High.
15 Og kald paa mig paa Nødens Dag; jeg vil udfri dig, og du skal ære mig,
Call on me in the day of trouble. I will deliver you, and you will honor me.”
16 Men til Den gudløse siger Gud: Hvi regner du op mine Bud og fører min Pagt i Munden,
But to the wicked God says, “What right do you have to declare my statutes, that you have taken my covenant on your lips,
17 naar du dog hader Tugt og kaster mine Ord bag din Ryg?
since you hate instruction, and throw my words behind you?
18 Ser du en Tyv, slaar du Følge med ham, med Horkarle holder du til,
When you saw a thief, you consented with him, and have participated with adulterers.
19 slipper Munden løs med ondt, din Tunge bærer paa Svig.
“You give your mouth to evil. Your tongue frames deceit.
20 Du sidder og skænder din Broder, bagtaler din Moders Søn;
You sit and speak against your brother. You slander your own mother’s son.
21 det gør du, og jeg skulde tie, og du skulde tænke, jeg er som du! Revse dig vil jeg og gøre dig det klart.
You have done these things, and I kept silent. You thought that I was just like you. I will rebuke you, and accuse you in front of your eyes.
22 Mærk jer det, I, som glemmer Gud, at jeg ikke skal rive jer redningsløst sønder.
“Now consider this, you who forget God, lest I tear you into pieces, and there be no one to deliver.
23 Den, der ofrer Taksigelse, ærer mig; den, der agter paa Vejen, lader jeg se Guds Frelse.
Whoever offers the sacrifice of thanksgiving glorifies me, and prepares his way so that I will show God’s salvation to him.”
