< 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 to YHWH, And to sing praises to Your Name, O Most High,
2 ved Gry forkynde din Nåde, om Natten din Trofasthed
To declare Your kindness in the morning, And Your faithfulness in the nights.
3 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg på Citer!
On ten strings and on stringed instrument, On (higgaion) with harp.
4 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
For You have caused me to rejoice, O YHWH, in Your work, I sing concerning the works of Your hands.
5 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker såre dybe!
How great Your works have been, O YHWH, Your thoughts have been very deep.
6 Tåben fatter det ikke, Dåren skønner ej sligt.
A brutish man does not know, And a fool does not 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 flourish as an herb, And all workers of iniquity blossom—For their being destroyed forever and ever!
8 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
And You [are] high for all time, O YHWH.
9 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender går under, alle Udådsmænd spredes!
For behold, Your enemies, O YHWH, For behold, Your enemies perish, All workers of iniquity separate themselves.
10 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
And You exalt my horn as a wild ox, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
11 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
And my eye looks on my enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evildoers, my ears hear.
12 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
The righteous flourish as a palm-tree, He grows as a cedar in Lebanon.
13 plantet i HERRENs Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgårde;
Those planted in the house of YHWH, In the courts of our God, flourish.
14 selv grånende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft
Still they bring forth in old age, They are fat and flourishing,
15 for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.
To declare that YHWH my Rock [is] upright, And there is no perverseness in Him!

< Salme 92 >