Salme 92
1 En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.
A psalm, a song for the Sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks to Yahweh and to sing praises to your name, Most High,
2 Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,
to proclaim your covenant faithfulness in the morning and your truthfulness every night,
3 ved Gry forkynde din Naade, om Natten din Trofasthed
with a harp of ten strings and with the melody of the lyre.
4 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg paa Citer!
For you, Yahweh, have made me glad through your deeds. I will sing for joy because of the deeds of your hands.
5 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
How great are your deeds, Yahweh! Your thoughts are very deep.
6 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker saare dybe!
A brutish person does not know, nor does a fool understand this:
7 Taaben fatter det ikke, Daaren skønner ej sligt.
When the wicked sprout like the grass, and even when all the evildoers thrive, still they are doomed to eternal destruction.
8 Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udaadsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
But you, Yahweh, will reign forever.
9 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
Indeed, look at your enemies, Yahweh! Indeed, look at your enemies. They will perish! All those who do evil will be scattered.
10 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender gaar under, alle Udaadsmænd spredes!
You have lifted up my horn like the horn of the wild ox; I am anointed with fresh oil.
11 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard of the doom of my evil foes.
12 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
The righteous will flourish like the palm tree; they will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
13 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
They are planted in the house of Yahweh; they flourish in the courts of our God.
14 plantet i HERRENS Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgaarde;
They bear fruit even when they are old; they stay fresh and green,
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 proclaim that Yahweh is just. He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
