Salme 30
1 (En salme. En sang ved husets indvielse. Af David.) HERRE, jeg ophøjer dig, thi du bjærgede mig, lod ej mine Fjender glæde sig over mig;
For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.
2 HERRE min Gud, jeg råbte til dig, og du helbredte mig.
O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.
O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [amongst] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Lovsyng HERREN, I hans fromme, pris hans hellige Navn!
Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
5 Thi et Øjeblik varer hans Vrede, Livet igennem hans Nåde; om Aftenen gæster os Gråd, om Morgenen Frydesang.
For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
6 Jeg tænkte i min Tryghed: "Jeg rokkes aldrig i Evighed!"
And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7 HERRE, i Nåde havde du fæstnet mit Bjerg; du skjulte dit Åsyn, jeg blev forfærdet.
O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.
8 Jeg råbte, HERRE, til dig, og tryglende bad jeg til HERREN:
To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
9 "Hvad Vinding har du af mit Blod, af at jeg synker i Graven? Kan Støv mon takke dig, råbe din Trofasthed ud?
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?
10 HERRE, hør og vær nådig, HERRE, kom mig til Hjælp!"
The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
11 Du vendte min Sorg til Dans, løste min Sørgedragt, hylled mig i Glæde,
You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12 at min Ære skal prise dig uden Ophør. HERRE min Gud, jeg vil takke dig evigt!
that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.
