Salme 84
1 (Til Sangmesteren. Al-haggittit. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.) Hvor elskelig er dine boliger, Hærskares Herre!
To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." For the Sons of Korah. A Melody. How lovely are thy habitations, O Yahweh of hosts!
2 Af Længsel efter HERRENs Forgårde vansmægtede min Sjæl, nu jubler mit Hjerte og Kød for den levende Gud!
My soul, longeth—yea even languisheth—for the courts of Yahweh, —My heart and my flesh, shout aloud for a Living GOD.
3 Ja, Spurven fandt sig et Hjem og Svalen en Rede, hvor den har sine Unger - dine Altre, Hærskarers HERRE, min Konge og Gud!
Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God!
4 Salige de, der bor i dit Hus, end skal de love dig. (Sela)
How happy are they who abide in thy house, —Still are they praising thee. (Selah)
5 Salig den, hvis Styrke er i dig, når hans Hu står til Højtidsrejser!
How happy the men whose strength is in thee, Festive processions are in their heart.
6 Når de går gennem Bakadalen, gør de den til Kildevang, og Tidligregnen hyller den i Velsignelser.
Passing through the balsam-vale, A place of fountains, they make it, Yea, with blessings, is it covered by the early rain.
7 Fra Kraft til Kraft går de frem, de stedes for Gud på Zion.
They go from strength to strength, Each one appeareth before God in Zion.
8 Hør min Bøn, o HERRE, Hærskarers Gud, Lyt til, du Jakobs Gud! (Sela)
O Yahweh, God of hosts, hear thou my prayer, —Give hear, thou God of Jacob. (Selah)
9 Gud, vort Skjold, se til og vend dit Blik til din Salvedes Åsyn!
Our Shield, behold thou, O God, And look upon the face of thine Anointed One.
10 Thi bedre een Dag i din Forgård end tusinde ellers, hellere ligge ved min Guds Hus's Tærskel end dvæle i Gudløsheds Telte.
For better is a day in thy courts, than a thousand, I choose rather to stand at the threshold in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of lawlessness.
11 Thi Gud HERREN er Sol og Skjold, HERREN giver Nåde og Ære; dem, der vandrer i Uskyld, nægter han intet godt.
For, a sun and shield, is Yahweh God, —Grace and glory, will Yahweh give, He will not withhold what is good, from them who walk without blame.
12 Hærskarers HERRE, salig er den, der stoler på dig!
O Yahweh of hosts! How happy the man who trusteth in thee!
