Salme 92
1 En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.
A Psalm. — A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,
2 Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,
To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.
3 ved Gry forkynde din Naade, om Natten din Trofasthed
On ten strings and on psaltery, On (higgaion) with harp.
4 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg paa Citer!
For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.
5 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.
6 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker saare dybe!
A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; —
7 Taaben fatter det ikke, Daaren skønner ej sligt.
When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity — For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
8 Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udaadsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.
9 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.
10 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender gaar under, alle Udaadsmænd spredes!
And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
11 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.
12 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.
13 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.
14 plantet i HERRENS Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgaarde;
Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,
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 upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!
