Salme 84
1 Til Sangmesteren. Al-haggittit. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.
“For the leader of the music. On the Gittith. A psalm of the sons of Korah.” How lovely are thy tabernacles, O LORD of hosts!
2 Hvor elskelige er dine Boliger, Hærskarers HERRE!
My soul longeth, yea, fainteth, for the courts of the LORD; My heart and my flesh cry aloud for the living God.
3 Af Længsel efter HERRENS Forgaarde vansmægted min Sjæl, nu jubler mit Hjerte og Kød for den levende Gud!
The very sparrow findeth an abode, And the swallow a nest, where they may lay their young, By thine altars, O LORD of hosts, My king and my God!
4 Ja, Spurven fandt sig et Hjem og Svalen en Rede, hvor den har sine Unger — dine Altre, Hærskarers HERRE, min Konge og Gud!
Happy they who dwell in thy house, Who are continually praising thee! (Pause)
5 Salige de, der bor i dit Hus, end skal de love dig. (Sela)
Happy the man whose glory is in thee, In whose heart are the ways [[to Jerusalem]]!
6 Salig den, hvis Styrke er i dig, naar hans Hu staar til Højtidsrejser!
Passing through the valley of Baca, they make it a fountain; and the early rain covereth it with blessings.
7 Naar de gaar gennem Bakadalen, gør de den til Kildevang, og Tidligregnen hyller den i Velsignelser.
They go on from strength to strength; Every one of them appeareth before God in Zion.
8 Fra Kraft til Kraft gaar de frem, de stedes for Gud paa Zion.
Hear my prayer, O LORD, God of hosts! Give ear, O God of Jacob! (Pause)
9 Hør min Bøn, o HERRE, Hærskarers Gud, Lyt til, du Jakobs Gud! (Sela)
Look down, O God! our shield, And behold the face of thine anointed!
10 Gud, vort Skjold, se til og vend dit Blik til din Salvedes Aasyn!
For a day spent in thy courts is better than a thousand: I would rather stand on the threshold of the house of my God, Than dwell in the tents of wickedness.
11 Thi bedre een Dag i din Forgaard end tusinde ellers, hellere ligge ved min Guds Hus's Tærskel end dvæle i Gudløsheds Telte.
For the LORD God is a sun and a shield; The LORD giveth grace and glory; No good thing doth he withhold From them that walk uprightly.
12 Thi Gud HERREN er Sol og Skjold, HERREN giver Naade og Ære; dem, der vandrer i Uskyld, nægter han intet godt. Hærskarers HERRE, salig er den, der stoler paa dig!
O LORD of hosts! Happy the man who trusteth in thee!
