< 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 him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid, the servant of the Lord. Wickedness sayeth to the wicked man, euen in mine heart, that there is no feare of God before his eyes.
2 thi den smigrer ham frækt og siger, at ingen skal finde hans Brøde og hade ham.
For hee flattereth himselfe in his owne eyes, while his iniquitie is foud worthy to be hated.
3 Hans Munds Ord er Uret og Svig, han har ophørt at handle klogt og godt;
The wordes of his mouth are iniquitie and deceit: hee hath left off to vnderstand and to doe good.
4 på sit Leje udtænker han Uret, han træder en Vej, som ikke er god; det onde afskyr han ikke.
Hee imagineth mischiefe vpon his bed: he setteth himselfe vpon a way, that is not good, and doeth not abhorre euill.
5 HERRE, din Miskundhed rækker til Himlen, din Trofasthed når til Skyerne,
Thy mercy, O Lord, reacheth vnto the heauens, and thy faithfulnesse vnto the cloudes.
6 din Retfærd er som Guds Bjerge, dine Domme som det store Dyb; HERRE, du frelser Folk og Fæ,
Thy righteousnesse is like the mightie moutaines: thy iudgements are like a great deepe: thou, Lord, doest saue man and beast.
7 hvor dyrebar er dog din Miskundhed, Gud! Og Menneskebørnene skjuler sig i dine Vingers Skygge;
How excellent is thy mercy, O God! therefore the children of men trust vnder the shadowe of thy wings.
8 de kvæges ved dit Huses Fedme, du læsker dem af din Lifligheds Strøm;
They shall be satisfied with the fatnesse of thine house, and thou shalt giue them drinke out of the riuer of thy pleasures.
9 thi hos dig er Livets Kilde, i dit Lys skuer vi Lys!
For with thee is the well of life, and in thy light shall we see light.
10 Lad din Miskundhed blive over dem, der kender dig, din Retfærd over de oprigtige af Hjertet.
Extend thy louing kindnes vnto them that knowe thee, and thy righteousnesse vnto them that are vpright in heart.
11 Lad Hovmods Fod ej træde mig ned, gudløses Hånd ej jage mig bort.
Let not ye foote of pride come against me, and let not the hand of ye wicked men moue me.
12 Se, Udådsmændene falder, slås ned, så de ikke kan rejse sig.
There they are fallen that worke iniquity: they are cast downe, and shall not be able to rise.