< Salme 92 >

1 (En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.) Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit navn, du højeste,
“A psalm for the Sabbath-day.” It is a good thing to give thanks to the LORD, And to sing praises to thy name, O Most High!
2 ved Gry forkynde din Nåde, om Natten din Trofasthed
To show forth thy loving-kindness in the morning, And thy faithfulness every night,
3 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg på Citer!
Upon the ten-stringed instrument and the lute, 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 by thy doings; In the works of thy hands I greatly rejoice!
5 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker såre dybe!
How great are thy works, O LORD! How deep thy purposes!
6 Tåben fatter det ikke, Dåren skønner ej sligt.
But the unwise man knoweth not this, And the fool understandeth it not.
7 Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udådsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
When the wicked spring up like grass, And all who practise iniquity flourish, It is but to be destroyed for ever!
8 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
Thou, O LORD! art for ever exalted!
9 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender går under, alle Udådsmænd spredes!
For, lo! thine enemies, O LORD! For, lo! thine enemies perish, And dispersed are all who do iniquity!
10 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
But my horn thou exaltest like the buffalo's; I am anointed with fresh oil.
11 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
Mine eye hath gazed with joy upon mine enemies; Mine ears have heard with joy of my wicked adversaries.
12 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
The righteous shall flourish like the palm-tree; They shall grow up like the cedars of Lebanon;
13 plantet i HERRENs Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgårde;
Planted in the house of the LORD, They shall flourish in the courts of our God.
14 selv grånende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft
Even in old age they bring forth fruit; They are green, and full of sap;
15 for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.
To show that the LORD, my rock, is upright, That there is no unrighteousness in him.

< Salme 92 >