< Salme 36 >

1 (Til sangmesteren. Af HERRENs tjener David.) Synden taler til den Gudløse inde i hans Hjerte; Gudsfrygt har han ikke for Øje;
To the chief music-maker. Of the servant of the Lord. Of David. The sin of the evil-doer says in his heart, There is no fear of the Lord before his eyes.
2 thi den smigrer ham frækt og siger, at ingen skal finde hans Brøde og hade ham.
For he takes comfort in the thought that his sin will not be uncovered and hated.
3 Hans Munds Ord er Uret og Svig, han har ophørt at handle klogt og godt;
In the words of his mouth are evil and deceit; he has given up being wise and doing good.
4 på sit Leje udtænker han Uret, han træder en Vej, som ikke er god; det onde afskyr han ikke.
He gives thought to evil on his bed; he takes a way which is not good; he is not a hater of evil.
5 HERRE, din Miskundhed rækker til Himlen, din Trofasthed når til Skyerne,
Your mercy, O Lord, is in the heavens, and your strong purpose is as high as the clouds.
6 din Retfærd er som Guds Bjerge, dine Domme som det store Dyb; HERRE, du frelser Folk og Fæ,
Your righteousness is like the mountains of God; your judging is like the great deep; O Lord, you give life to man and beast.
7 hvor dyrebar er dog din Miskundhed, Gud! Og Menneskebørnene skjuler sig i dine Vingers Skygge;
How good is your loving mercy, O God! the children of men take cover under the shade of your wings.
8 de kvæges ved dit Huses Fedme, du læsker dem af din Lifligheds Strøm;
The delights of your house will be showered on them; you will give them drink from the river of your pleasures.
9 thi hos dig er Livets Kilde, i dit Lys skuer vi Lys!
For with you is the fountain of life: in your light we will see light.
10 Lad din Miskundhed blive over dem, der kender dig, din Retfærd over de oprigtige af Hjertet.
O let there be no end to your loving mercy to those who have knowledge of you, or of your righteousness to the upright in heart.
11 Lad Hovmods Fod ej træde mig ned, gudløses Hånd ej jage mig bort.
Let not the foot of pride come against me, or the hand of the evil-doers put me out of my place.
12 Se, Udådsmændene falder, slås ned, så de ikke kan rejse sig.
There the workers of evil have come down: they have been made low, and will not be lifted up.

< Salme 36 >