< Salme 19 >

1 (Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) Himlen forkynder Guds Ære, Hvælvingen kundgør hans Hænders værk.
To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. The heavens, are telling the glory of GOD, And, the work of his hands, the expanse is declaring;
2 Dag bærer Bud til Dag, Nat lader Nat det vide.
Day, unto day, doth pour forth speech, and, night, unto night, doth breathe out knowledge.
3 Uden Ord og uden Tale, uden at Lyden høres,
There is no speech, and there are no words, —Unheard is their voice!
4 når Himlens Røst over Jorden vide, dens Tale til Jorderigs Ende. På Himlen rejste han Solen et Telt;
[Yet] through all the earth, hath gone forth their voice, —and, to the end of the world, their sayings, —For the sun, hath he set up a tent therein;
5 som en Brudgom går den ud af sit Kammer, er glad som en Helt ved at løbe sin Bane,
And, he, is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, he rejoiceth as a hero to run a race:
6 rinder op ved Himlens ene Rand, og dens Omløb når til den anden. Intet er skjult for dens Glød.
From one end of the heavens, is his going forth, and, his circuit, to the other end thereof—and, nothing, is hid from his glowing heat.
7 HERRENs Lov er fuldkommen, kvæger Sjælen, HERRENs Vidnesbyrd holder, gør enfoldig viis,
The, law of Yahweh, is complete, Bringing back the soul, The, testimony of Yahweh, is confirmed, Making wise the simple;
8 HERRENs Forskrifter er rette, glæder Hjertet, HERRENs Bud er purt, giver Øjet Glans,
The precepts of Yahweh, are right, Rejoicing the heart, The, commandment of Yahweh, is pure, Enlightening the eyes;
9 HERRENs Frygt er ren, varer evigt, HERRENs Lovbud er Sandhed, rette til Hobe,
The, reverence of Yahweh, is clean, Enduring evermore, —The, decisions of Yahweh, are faithful, They are righteous, altogether:
10 kostelige fremfor Guld, ja fint Guld i Mængde, søde fremfor Honning og Kubens Saft.
More desirable, than gold, yea than much fine gold, Sweeter, also than honey, or than droppings from the comb.
11 Din Tjener tager og Vare på dem; at holde dem lønner sig rigt.
Even thine own servant, taketh warning by them, In the keeping of them, great is the reward.
12 Hvo mærker selv, at han fejler? Tilgiv mig lønlige Brøst!
Mistakes, who perceiveth? From things that are hidden, acquit me:
13 Værn også din Tjener mod frække, ej råde de over mig! Så bliver jeg uden Lyde og fri for svare Synder.
Even from the presumptuous, keep back thy servant, May they not have dominion over me, Then, shall I be blameless, and shall be acquitted from great transgression:
14 Lad min Munds Ord være dig til Behag, lad mit Hjertes Tanker nå frem for dit Åsyn, HERRE, min Klippe og min Genløser!
The words of my mouth, and the soft utterance of my heart, shall come with acceptance, before thee, O Yahweh, my Rock and my Redeemer!

< Salme 19 >