Salme 92

1 En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.

A psalm a song for [the] day of the sabbath. [is] good To give thanks to Yahweh and to sing praises to name your O Most High.

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

To declare in the morning covenant loyalty your and faithfulness your in the nights.

3 ved Gry forkynde din Naade, om Natten din Trofasthed

On a ten and on a lyre on a melody with a harp.

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

For you have made rejoice me O Yahweh by deed[s] your in [the] works of hands your I sing for joy.

5 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.

How! they are great works your O Yahweh exceedingly they are deep thoughts your.

6 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker saare dybe!

A person stupid not he knows and a fool not he understands this.

7 Taaben fatter det ikke, Daaren skønner ej sligt.

When flourish wicked [people] - like vegetation and they blossomed all [those who] do wickedness to be destroyed they until perpetuity.

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

And you [are] height for ever O Yahweh.

9 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.

For there! enemies your - O Yahweh for there! enemies your they will perish they will be scattered all [those who] do wickedness.

10 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender gaar under, alle Udaadsmænd spredes!

And you have raised up like a wild ox horn my I have been anointed with oil fresh.

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

And it has looked eye my on enemies my in [those who] rise up on me evil-doers they have heard ears my.

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

[the] righteous Like palm tree he will flourish like a cedar in Lebanon he will grow.

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

[they are] planted In [the] house of Yahweh in [the] courts of God our they will flourish.

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

Still they will bear fruit! in old age fat and fresh they will 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.

To declare that [is] upright Yahweh rock my and not (injustice *Q(k)*) [is] in him.