< Salme 92 >

1 En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.
A PSALM. A SONG FOR THE SABBATH DAY. [It is] good to give thanks to YHWH, And to sing praises to Your Name, O Most High,
2 Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,
To declare Your kindness in the morning, And Your faithfulness in the nights.
3 ved Gry forkynde din Naade, om Natten din Trofasthed
On ten strings and on stringed instrument, On (higgaion) with harp.
4 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg paa Citer!
For You have caused me to rejoice, O YHWH, in Your work, I sing concerning the works of Your hands.
5 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
How great Your works have been, O YHWH, Your thoughts have been very deep.
6 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker saare dybe!
A brutish man does not know, And a fool does not understand this—
7 Taaben fatter det ikke, Daaren skønner ej sligt.
When the wicked flourish as an herb, And all workers of iniquity blossom—For their being destroyed forever and ever!
8 Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udaadsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
And You [are] high for all time, O YHWH.
9 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
For behold, Your enemies, O YHWH, For behold, Your enemies perish, All workers of iniquity separate themselves.
10 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender gaar under, alle Udaadsmænd spredes!
And You exalt my horn as a wild ox, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
11 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
And my eye looks on my enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evildoers, my ears hear.
12 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
The righteous flourish as a palm-tree, He grows as a cedar in Lebanon.
13 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
Those planted in the house of YHWH, In the courts of our God, flourish.
14 plantet i HERRENS Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgaarde;
Still they bring forth in old age, They are 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 declare that YHWH my Rock [is] upright, And there is no perverseness in Him!

< Salme 92 >