Salme 36
1 (Til sangmesteren. Af HERRENs tjener David.) Synden taler til den Gudløse inde i hans Hjerte; Gudsfrygt har han ikke for Øje;
For the Leader. A Psalm of David the servant of the LORD. Transgression speaketh to the wicked, methinks — there is no fear of God before his eyes.
2 thi den smigrer ham frækt og siger, at ingen skal finde hans Brøde og hade ham.
For it flattereth him in his eyes, until his iniquity be found, and he be hated.
3 Hans Munds Ord er Uret og Svig, han har ophørt at handle klogt og godt;
The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit; he hath left off to be wise, to do good.
4 på sit Leje udtænker han Uret, han træder en Vej, som ikke er god; det onde afskyr han ikke.
He deviseth iniquity upon his bed; he setteth himself in a way that is not good; he abhorreth not evil.
5 HERRE, din Miskundhed rækker til Himlen, din Trofasthed når til Skyerne,
Thy lovingkindness, O LORD, is in the heavens; Thy faithfulness reacheth unto the skies.
6 din Retfærd er som Guds Bjerge, dine Domme som det store Dyb; HERRE, du frelser Folk og Fæ,
Thy righteousness is like the mighty mountains; Thy judgments are like the great deep; man and beast Thou preservest, O LORD.
7 hvor dyrebar er dog din Miskundhed, Gud! Og Menneskebørnene skjuler sig i dine Vingers Skygge;
How precious is Thy lovingkindness, O God! and the children of men take refuge in the shadow of Thy wings.
8 de kvæges ved dit Huses Fedme, du læsker dem af din Lifligheds Strøm;
They are abundantly satisfied with the fatness of Thy house; and Thou makest them drink of the river of Thy pleasures.
9 thi hos dig er Livets Kilde, i dit Lys skuer vi Lys!
For with Thee is the fountain of life; in Thy light do we see light.
10 Lad din Miskundhed blive over dem, der kender dig, din Retfærd over de oprigtige af Hjertet.
O continue Thy lovingkindness unto them that know Thee; and Thy 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 overtake me, and let not the hand of the wicked drive me away.
12 Se, Udådsmændene falder, slås ned, så de ikke kan rejse sig.
There are the workers of iniquity fallen; they are thrust down, and are not able to rise.
