Salme 73
1 (En Salme af Asaf.) Visselig, god er Gud mod Israel; mod dem, der er rene af Hjertet!
A Psalm of Asaph. Surely God is good to Israel, [even] to such as are pure in heart.
2 Mine Fødder var nær ved at snuble, mine Skridt var lige ved at glide;
But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped.
3 thi over Dårerne græmmed jeg mig, jeg så, at det gik de gudløse vel;
For I was envious at the arrogant, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
4 thi de kender ikke til Kvaler, deres Livskraft er frisk og sund;
For there are no bands in their death: but their strength is firm.
5 de kender ikke til menneskelig Nød, de plages ikke som andre.
They are not in trouble as [other] men; neither are they plagued like [other] men.
6 Derfor har de Hovmod til Halssmykke, Vold er Kappen, de svøber sig i.
Therefore pride is as a chain about their neck; violence covereth them as a garment.
7 Deres Brøde udgår af deres Indre, Hjertets Tanker bryder igennem.
Their eyes stand out with fatness: they have more than heart could wish.
8 I det dybe taler de ondt, i det høje fører de Urettens Tale,
They scoff, and in wickedness utter oppression: they speak loftily.
9 de løfter Munden mod Himlen, Tungen farer om på Jorden.
They have set their mouth in the heavens, and their tongue walketh through the earth.
10 Derfor vender mit Folk sig hid og drikker Vand i fulde Drag.
Therefore his people return hither: and waters of a full [cup] are wrung out by them.
11 De siger: "Hvor skulde Gud vel vide det, skulde den Højeste kende dertil?"
And they say, How doth God know? and is there knowledge in the Most High?
12 Se, det er de gudløses kår, altid i Tryghed, voksende Velstand!
Behold, these are the wicked; and, being alway at ease, they increase in riches.
13 Forgæves holdt jeg mit Hjerte rent og tvætted mine Hænder i Uskyld,
Surely in vain have I cleansed my heart, and washed my hands in innocency;
14 jeg plagedes Dagen igennem, blev revset på ny hver Morgen!
For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
15 Men jeg tænkte: "Taler jeg så, se, da er jeg troløs imod dine Sønners Slægt."
If I had said, I will speak thus; behold, I had dealt treacherously with the generation of thy children.
16 Så grundede jeg på at forstå det, møjsommeligt var det i mine Øjne,
When I thought how I might know this, it was too painful for me;
17 Til jeg kom ind i Guds Helligdomme, skønned, hvordan deres Endeligt bliver:
Until I went into the sanctuary of God, and considered their latter end.
18 Du sætter dem jo på glatte Steder, i Undergang styrter du dem.
Surely thou settest them in slippery places: thou castest them down to destruction.
19 Hvor brat de dog lægges øde, går under, det ender med Rædsel!
How are they become a desolation in a moment! they are utterly consumed with terrors.
20 De er som en Drøm, når man vågner, man vågner og regner sit Syn for intet.
As a dream when one awaketh; so, O Lord, when thou awakest, thou shalt despise their image.
21 Så længe mit Hjerte var bittert og det nagede i mine Nyrer,
For my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins:
22 var jeg et Dyr og fattede intet, jeg var for dig som Kvæg.
So brutish was I, and ignorant; I was [as] a beast before thee.
23 Dog bliver jeg altid hos dig, du holder mig fast om min højre;
Nevertheless I am continually with thee: thou hast holden my right hand.
24 du leder mig med dit Råd og tager mig siden bort i Herlighed.
Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.
25 Hvem har jeg i Himlen? Og har jeg blot dig, da attrår jeg intet på Jorden!
Whom have I in heaven [but thee]? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee.
26 Lad kun mit Kød og mit Hjerte vansmægte, Gud er mit Hjertes Klippe, min Del for evigt.
My flesh and my heart faileth: [but] God is the strength of my heart and my portion for ever.
27 Thi de, der fjerner sig fra dig, går under, - du udsletter hver, som er dig utro.
For, lo, they that are far from thee shall perish: thou hast destroyed all them that go a whoring from thee.
28 Men at leve Gud nær er min Lykke, min Lid har jeg sat til den Herre HERREN, at jeg kan vidne om alle dine Gerninger.
But it is good for me to draw near unto God: I have made the Lord GOD my refuge, that I may tell of all thy works.
