Salme 81
1 Til Sangmesteren. Al-haggittit. Af Asaf.
To the Overseer. — 'On the Gittith.' By Asaph. Cry aloud to God our strength, Shout to the God of Jacob.
2 Jubler for Gud, vor Styrke, raab af fryd for Jakobs Gud,
Lift up a song, and give out a timbrel, A pleasant harp with psaltery.
3 istem Lovsang, lad Pauken lyde, den liflige Citer og Harpen;
Blow in the month a trumpet, In the new moon, at the day of our festival,
4 stød i Hornet paa Nymaanedagen, ved Fuldmaaneskin paa vor Højtidsdag!
For a statute to Israel it [is], An ordinance of the God of Jacob.
5 Thi det er Lov i Israel, et Bud fra Jakobs Gud;
A testimony on Joseph He hath placed it, In his going forth over the land of Egypt. A lip, I have not known — I hear.
6 han gjorde det til en Vedtægt i Josef, da han drog ud fra Ægypten, hvor han hørte et Sprog, han ikke kendte.
From the burden his shoulder I turned aside, His hands from the basket pass over.
7 »Jeg fried hans Skulder for Byrden, hans Hænder slap fri for Kurven.
In distress thou hast called and I deliver thee, I answer thee in the secret place of thunder, I try thee by the waters of Meribah. (Selah)
8 I Nøden raabte du, og jeg frelste dig, jeg svarede dig i Tordenens Skjul, jeg prøvede dig ved Meribas Vande. (Sela)
Hear, O My people, and I testify to thee, O Israel, if thou dost hearken to me:
9 Hør, mit Folk, jeg vil vidne for dig, Israel, ak, om du hørte mig!
There is not in thee a strange god, And thou bowest not thyself to a strange god.
10 En fremmed Gud maa ej findes hos dig, tilbed ikke andres Gud!
I [am] Jehovah thy God, Who bringeth thee up out of the land of Egypt. Enlarge thy mouth, and I fill it.
11 Jeg, HERREN, jeg er din Gud, som førte dig op fra Ægypten; luk din Mund vidt op, og jeg vil fylde den!
But, My people hearkened not to My voice, And Israel hath not consented to Me.
12 Men mit Folk vilde ikke høre min Røst, Israel lød mig ikke.
And I send them away in the enmity of their heart, They walk in their own counsels.
13 Da lod jeg dem fare i deres Stivsind, de vandrede efter deres egne Raad.
O that My people were hearkening to Me, Israel in My ways would walk.
14 Ak, vilde mit Folk dog høre mig, Israel gaa mine Veje!
As a little thing their enemies I cause to bow, And against their adversaries I turn back My hand,
15 Da kued jeg snart deres Fjender, vendte min Haand mod deres Uvenner!
Those hating Jehovah feign obedience to Him, But their time is — to the age.
16 Deres Avindsmænd skulde falde og gaa til Grunde for evigt; jeg nærede dig med Hvedens Fedme, mættede dig med Honning fra Klippen!«
He causeth him to eat of the fat of wheat, And [with] honey from a rock I satisfy thee!
