Salme 92

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

A Psalm [or] Song for the sabbath day. [It is a] good [thing] to give thanks unto the LORD, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High:

2 ved Gry forkynde din Nåde, om Natten din Trofasthed

To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night,

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

Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the psaltery; upon the harp with a solemn sound.

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

For thou, LORD, 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!

O LORD, how great are thy works! [and] thy thoughts are very deep.

6 Tåben fatter det ikke, Dåren skønner ej sligt.

A brutish man knoweth not; neither doth a fool understand this.

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 do flourish; [it is] that they shall be destroyed for ever:

8 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.

But thou, LORD, [art most] high for evermore.

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

For, lo, thine enemies, O LORD, 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 [the horn of] an unicorn: I shall be anointed with fresh oil.

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

Mine eye also shall see [my desire] on mine enemies, [and] mine ears shall hear [my desire] of the wicked that rise up against me.

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

The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

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

Those that be planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God.

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

They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing;

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

To shew that the LORD [is] upright: [he is] my rock, and [there is] no unrighteousness in him.