Salme 9
1 Til Sangmesteren. Al-mut-labben. En Salme af David. Jeg vil takke HERREN af hele mit Hjerte, kundgøre alle dine Undere,
To the choirmaster alumoth labben a psalm of David. I will give thanks to Yahweh with all heart my I will recount all wonders your.
2 glæde og fryde mig i dig, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,
I will rejoice and I will exult in you I will sing praises to name your O Most High.
3 fordi mine Fjender veg, faldt og forgik for dit Aasyn.
When turn enemies my backwards they stumble and they may perish from before you.
4 Thi du hævded min Ret og min Sag, du sad paa Tronen som Retfærds Dommer.
For you have done justice my and cause my you have sat to a throne judging righteousness.
5 Du trued ad Folkene, rydded de gudløse ud, deres Navn har du slettet for evigt.
You have rebuked nations you have destroyed [the] wicked name their you have wiped out for ever and ever.
6 Fjenden er borte, lagt øde for stedse, du omstyrted Byer, de mindes ej mer.
The enemy - they have come to an end ruins to perpetuity and cities you have plucked up it has perished memory their they.
7 Men HERREN troner evindelig, han rejste sin Trone til Dom,
And Yahweh for ever he remains he has established for judgment throne his.
8 skal dømme Verden med Retfærd, fælde Dom over Folkefærd med Ret.
And he he will judge [the] world with righteousness he will judge [the] nations with uprightness.
9 HERREN blev de fortryktes Tilflugt, en Tilflugt i Trængselstider;
And he may be Yahweh a refuge for the oppressed a refuge to times of trouble.
10 og de stoler paa dig, de, som kender dit Navn, thi du svigted ej dem, der søgte dig, HERRE.
So they may trust in you [those who] know name your for not you have forsaken [those who] seek you O Yahweh.
11 Lovsyng HERREN, der bor paa Zion, kundgør blandt Folkene, hvad han har gjort!
Sing praises to Yahweh [who] dwells Zion declare among the peoples deeds his.
12 Thi han, der hævner Blodskyld, kom dem i Hu, han glemte ikke de armes Raab:
For [one who] seeks blood them he has remembered not he has forgotten [the] cry of distress of (humble [people]. *Q(K)*)
13 »HERRE, vær naadig, se, hvad jeg lider af Avindsmænd, du, som løfter mig op fra Dødens Porte,
Show favor to me O Yahweh see affliction my from [those who] hate me O [one who] raises me from [the] gates of death.
14 at jeg kan kundgøre al din Pris, juble over din Frelse i Zions Datters Porte!«
So that I may recount all praises your in [the] gates of [the] daughter of Zion I will rejoice in deliverance your.
15 Folkene sank i Graven, de grov, deres Fod blev hildet i Garnet, de satte.
They have sunk nations in [the] pit [which] they made in [the] net which they had hidden it has been caught foot their.
16 HERREN blev aabenbar, holdt Dom, den gudløse hildedes i sine Hænders Gerning. — Higgajon (Sela)
He has made himself known - Yahweh justice he has done by [the] work of hands his [he is] striking down [the] wicked Higgaion (Selah)
They will return wicked [people] to Sheol all [the] nations forgetful of God. (Sheol h7585)
18 Thi den fattige glemmes ikke for evigt, ej skuffes evindelig ydmyges Haab.
For not to perpetuity he will be forgotten [the] needy [the] hope of (afflicted [people] *Q(K)*) it will be lost for ever.
19 Rejs dig, HERRE, lad ikke Mennesker faa Magten, lad Folkene dømmes for dit Aasyn;
Arise! O Yahweh may not it prevail humankind let them be judged [the] nations on presence your.
20 HERRE, slaa dem med Rædsel, lad Folkene kende, at de er Mennesker! (Sela)
Appoint! O Yahweh - terror for them may they know [the] nations [are] human being[s] they (Selah)
