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;
A psalm of David. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
2 HERRE min Gud, jeg råbte til dig, og du helbredte mig.
I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you healed me.
You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)
4 Lovsyng HERREN, I hans fromme, pris hans hellige Navn!
Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.
5 Thi et Øjeblik varer hans Vrede, Livet igennem hans Nåde; om Aftenen gæster os Gråd, om Morgenen Frydesang.
For his anger lasts only a moment, his favour endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.
6 Jeg tænkte i min Tryghed: "Jeg rokkes aldrig i Evighed!"
When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.
7 HERRE, i Nåde havde du fæstnet mit Bjerg; du skjulte dit Åsyn, jeg blev forfærdet.
For by your favour, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.
8 Jeg råbte, HERRE, til dig, og tryglende bad jeg til HERREN:
Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,
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, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?
10 HERRE, hør og vær nådig, HERRE, kom mig til Hjælp!"
Hear, Lord, and show me your favour, Lord be a helper to me.’
11 Du vendte min Sorg til Dans, løste min Sørgedragt, hylled mig i Glæde,
You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:
12 at min Ære skal prise dig uden Ophør. HERRE min Gud, jeg vil takke dig evigt!
that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.
