Salme 92

1 (En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.) Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit navn, du højeste,

A Psalme or song for the Sabbath day. It is a good thing to praise the Lord, and to sing vnto thy Name, O most High,

2 ved Gry forkynde din Nåde, om Natten din Trofasthed

To declare thy louing kindenesse in the morning, and thy trueth in the night,

3 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg på Citer!

Vpon an instrument of tenne strings, and vpon the viole with the song vpon the harpe.

4 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.

For thou, Lord, hast made mee glad by thy workes, and I wil reioyce in the workes of thine handes.

5 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker såre dybe!

O Lord, how glorious are thy workes! and thy thoughtes are very deepe.

6 Tåben fatter det ikke, Dåren skønner ej sligt.

An vnwise man knoweth it not, and a foole doeth not vnderstand this,

7 Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udådsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,

(When the wicked growe as the grasse, and all the workers of wickednesse doe flourish) that they shall be destroyed for euer.

8 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.

But thou, O Lord, art most High for euermore.

9 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender går under, alle Udådsmænd spredes!

For loe, thine enemies, O Lord: for loe, thine enemies shall perish: all the workers of iniquitie shall be destroyed.

10 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;

But thou shalt exalt mine horne, like the vnicornes, and I shalbe anoynted with fresh oyle.

11 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.

Mine eye also shall see my desire against mine enemies: and mine eares shall heare my wish against the wicked, that rise vp against me.

12 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;

The righteous shall flourish like a palme tree, and shall grow like a Cedar in Lebanon.

13 plantet i HERRENs Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgårde;

Such as bee planted in the house of the Lord, shall flourish in the courtes of our God.

14 selv grånende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft

They shall still bring foorth fruite in their age: they shall be fat and flourishing,

15 for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.

To declare that the Lord my rocke is righteous, and that none iniquitie is in him.