Salme 81
1 (Til Sangmesteren. Al-haggittit. Af Asaf.) Jubler for Gud, vor Styrke, råb af fryd for Jakobs Gud,
To the Overseer. — 'On the Gittith.' By Asaph. Cry aloud to God our strength, Shout to the God of Jacob.
2 istem Lovsang, lad Pauken lyde, den liflige Citer og Harpen;
Lift up a song, and give out a timbrel, A pleasant harp with psaltery.
3 stød i Hornet på Nymånedagen, ved Fuldmåneskin på vor Højtidsdag!
Blow in the month a trumpet, In the new moon, at the day of our festival,
4 Thi det er Lov i Israel, et Bud fra Jakobs Gud;
For a statute to Israel it [is], An ordinance of the God of Jacob.
5 han gjorde det til en Vedtægt i Josef, da han drog ud fra Ægypten, hvor han hørte et Sprog, han ikke kendte.
A testimony on Joseph He hath placed it, In his going forth over the land of Egypt. A lip, I have not known — I hear.
6 "Jeg fried hans Skulder for Byrden, hans Hænder slap fri for Kurven.
From the burden his shoulder I turned aside, His hands from the basket pass over.
7 I Nøden råbte du, og jeg frelste dig, jeg svarede dig i Tordenens Skjul, jeg prøvede dig ved Meribas Vande. (Sela)
In distress thou hast called and I deliver thee, I answer thee in the secret place of thunder, I try thee by the waters of Meribah. (Selah)
8 Hør, mit Folk, jeg vil vidne for dig, Israel, ak, om du hørte mig!
Hear, O My people, and I testify to thee, O Israel, if thou dost hearken to me:
9 En fremmed Gud må ej findes hos dig, tilbed ikke andres Gud!
There is not in thee a strange god, And thou bowest not thyself to a strange god.
10 Jeg, HERREN, jeg er din Gud! som førte dig op fra Ægypten; luk din Mund vidt op, og jeg vil fylde den!
I [am] Jehovah thy God, Who bringeth thee up out of the land of Egypt. Enlarge thy mouth, and I fill it.
11 Men mit Folk vilde ikke høre min Røst, Israel lød mig ikke.
But, My people hearkened not to My voice, And Israel hath not consented to Me.
12 Da lod jeg dem fare i deres Stivsind, de vandrede efter deres egne Råd.
And I send them away in the enmity of their heart, They walk in their own counsels.
13 Ak, vilde mit Folk dog høre mig, Israel gå mine Veje!
O that My people were hearkening to Me, Israel in My ways would walk.
14 Da kued jeg snart deres Fjender, vendte min Hånd mod deres Uvenner!
As a little thing their enemies I cause to bow, And against their adversaries I turn back My hand,
15 Deres Avindsmænd skulde falde og gå til Grunde for evigt;
Those hating Jehovah feign obedience to Him, But their time is — to the age.
16 jeg nærede dig med Hvedens Fedme, mættede dig med Honning fra Klippen!"
He causeth him to eat of the fat of wheat, And [with] honey from a rock I satisfy thee!
