Salme 92

1 En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.

It is a good thing to give thanks unto Yhwh, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High:

2 Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,

To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night,

3 ved Gry forkynde din Naade, om Natten din Trofasthed

Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the psaltery; upon the harp with a solemn sound.

4 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg paa Citer!

For thou, Yhwh, 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.

O Yhwh, how great are thy works! and 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 this.

7 Taaben fatter det ikke, Daaren skønner ej sligt.

When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they shall be destroyed for ever:

8 Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udaadsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,

But thou, Yhwh, art most high for evermore.

9 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.

For, lo, thine enemies, O Yhwh, 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 the horn of an unicorn: I shall be anointed with fresh oil.

11 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;

Mine eye also shall see my desire on mine enemies, and mine ears shall hear my desire of the wicked that rise up against me.

12 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.

The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

13 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;

Those that be planted in the house of Yhwh shall flourish in the courts of our God.

14 plantet i HERRENS Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgaarde;

They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing;

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 Yhwh is upright: he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.