Salme 92
1 En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.
A Psalm, a Song, for the Sabbath day. It is good to give thanks unto Jehovah, and to sing psalms unto thy name, O Most High;
2 Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,
To declare thy loving-kindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness in the nights,
3 ved Gry forkynde din Naade, om Natten din Trofasthed
Upon an instrument of ten strings and upon the lute; upon the Higgaion with the harp.
4 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg paa Citer!
For thou, Jehovah, hast made me glad through thy work; I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
5 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
Jehovah, how great are thy works! Thy thoughts are very deep:
6 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker saare dybe!
A brutish man knoweth not, neither doth a fool understand it.
7 Taaben fatter det ikke, Daaren skønner ej sligt.
When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity flourish, it is that they may be destroyed for ever.
8 Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udaadsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
And thou, Jehovah, art on high for evermore.
9 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
For lo, thine enemies, O Jehovah, for lo, thine enemies shall perish; all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
10 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender gaar under, alle Udaadsmænd spredes!
But my horn shalt thou exalt like a buffalo's: I shall be anointed with fresh oil.
11 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
And mine eye shall see [its desire] on mine enemies; mine ears shall hear [it] of the evil-doers that rise up against me.
12 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
The righteous shall shoot forth like a palm-tree; he shall grow like a cedar on Lebanon.
13 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
Those that are planted in the house of Jehovah shall flourish in the courts of our God:
14 plantet i HERRENS Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgaarde;
They are still vigorous in old age, they are full of sap and green;
15 selv graanende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.
To shew that Jehovah is upright: [he is] my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
