< Salme 92 >

1 (En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.) Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit navn, du højeste,
A Psalm, a Song, for the Sabbath day. It is good to give thanks unto Jehovah, and to sing psalms unto thy name, O Most High;
2 ved Gry forkynde din Nåde, om Natten din Trofasthed
To declare thy loving-kindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness in the nights,
3 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg på Citer!
Upon an instrument of ten strings and upon the lute; upon the Higgaion with the harp.
4 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
For thou, Jehovah, hast made me glad through thy work; I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
5 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker såre dybe!
Jehovah, how great are thy works! Thy thoughts are very deep:
6 Tåben fatter det ikke, Dåren skønner ej sligt.
A brutish man knoweth not, neither doth a fool understand it.
7 Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udådsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity flourish, it is that they may be destroyed for ever.
8 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
And thou, Jehovah, art on high for evermore.
9 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender går under, alle Udådsmænd spredes!
For lo, thine enemies, O Jehovah, for lo, thine enemies shall perish; all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
10 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
But my horn shalt thou exalt like a buffalo's: I shall be anointed with fresh oil.
11 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
And mine eye shall see [its desire] on mine enemies; mine ears shall hear [it] of the evil-doers that rise up against me.
12 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
The righteous shall shoot forth like a palm-tree; he shall grow like a cedar on Lebanon.
13 plantet i HERRENs Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgårde;
Those that are planted in the house of Jehovah shall flourish in the courts of our God:
14 selv grånende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft
They are still vigorous in old age, they are full of sap and green;
15 for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.
To shew that Jehovah is upright: [he is] my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.

< Salme 92 >