Salme 92
1 En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.
“A psalm for the Sabbath-day.” It is a good thing to give thanks to the LORD, And to sing praises to thy name, O Most High!
2 Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,
To show forth thy loving-kindness in the morning, And thy faithfulness every night,
3 ved Gry forkynde din Naade, om Natten din Trofasthed
Upon the ten-stringed instrument and the lute, Upon the harp with a solemn sound.
4 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg paa Citer!
For thou, LORD, hast made me glad by thy doings; In the works of thy hands I greatly rejoice!
5 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
How great are thy works, O LORD! How deep thy purposes!
6 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker saare dybe!
But the unwise man knoweth not this, And the fool understandeth it not.
7 Taaben fatter det ikke, Daaren skønner ej sligt.
When the wicked spring up like grass, And all who practise iniquity flourish, It is but to be destroyed for ever!
8 Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udaadsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
Thou, O LORD! art for ever exalted!
9 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
For, lo! thine enemies, O LORD! For, lo! thine enemies perish, And dispersed are all who do iniquity!
10 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender gaar under, alle Udaadsmænd spredes!
But my horn thou exaltest like the buffalo's; I am anointed with fresh oil.
11 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
Mine eye hath gazed with joy upon mine enemies; Mine ears have heard with joy of my wicked adversaries.
12 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
The righteous shall flourish like the palm-tree; They shall grow up like the cedars of Lebanon;
13 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
Planted in the house of the LORD, They shall flourish in the courts of our God.
14 plantet i HERRENS Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgaarde;
Even in old age they bring forth fruit; They are green, and full of sap;
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 show that the LORD, my rock, is upright, That there is no unrighteousness in him.
