< Salme 92 >

1 En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.
A psalm. A song; for the sabbath day. It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praise to your name, O Most High,
2 Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,
to declare your love in the morning, and your faithfulness in the night,
3 ved Gry forkynde din Naade, om Natten din Trofasthed
with voice and a ten-stringed harp, with music that throbs on the lyre.
4 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg paa Citer!
For you make me glad by your deeds, Lord, at the work of your hands I will ring out my joy.
5 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
How great are your works, O Lord; how deep are your thoughts!
6 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker saare dybe!
The insensitive cannot know, nor can a fool understand,
7 Taaben fatter det ikke, Daaren skønner ej sligt.
that, though the wicked flourish like grass, and evildoers all blossom, they will perish forever.
8 Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udaadsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
But you are exalted forever.
9 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
For see! Your enemies, Lord For see! Your enemies perish, all evildoers are scattered.
10 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender gaar under, alle Udaadsmænd spredes!
But you lift me to honour, and anoint me afresh with oil.
11 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
My eyes will feast on my foes, and my ears will hear of the doom of the wicked.
12 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
The righteous will sprout like the palm, will grow like a cedar of Lebanon.
13 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
In the house of the Lord are they planted, in the courts of our God they will sprout.
14 plantet i HERRENS Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgaarde;
They will still bear fruit in old age, all sappy and fresh will they be
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.
So they proclaim the Lord to be just, my rock, in whom is no wrong.

< Salme 92 >