Salme 92
1 (En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.) Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit navn, du højeste,
A Melody, a Song, For the Sabbath-day. It is good to give thanks to Yahweh, And to sing praises unto thy Name, O Most High;
2 ved Gry forkynde din Nåde, om Natten din Trofasthed
To declare, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, And thy faithfulness at night;
3 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg på Citer!
Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon a harp, With resounding music on the lyre.
4 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
For thou hast made me glad, O Yahweh, in thy doing, In the works of thy hands, will I shout for joy.
5 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker såre dybe!
How great have grown thy works, Yahweh, [How] very deep are laid thy plans!
6 Tåben fatter det ikke, Dåren skønner ej sligt.
A man that is brutish, cannot know, And, a dullard, cannot discern this: —
7 Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udådsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
When the lawless do thrive like grass, And all the workers of iniquity have blossomed, It is that they may be destroyed for ever.
8 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
But, thou, shalt be on high age-abidingly, O Yahweh.
9 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender går under, alle Udådsmænd spredes!
For lo! thine enemies, Yahweh, For lo! thine enemies, shall perish, They shall be scattered—all the workers of iniquity;
10 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
But thou wilt exalt, as [those of] the buffalo, my horn, I have been anointed, with fresh oil.
11 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
So hath mine eye descried them who were lying in wait for me, —Of my wicked assailants, mine ears, shall hear.
12 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
The righteous, like the palm-tree, shall thrive, Like the cedar in Lebanon, shall he grow;
13 plantet i HERRENs Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgårde;
They who are planted in the house of Yahweh, In the courts of our God, shall flourish;
14 selv grånende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft
Still shall they bear fruit in old age, Vigorous and fresh, shall they be:
15 for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.
To declare that upright is Yahweh, My Rock, and no perversity in him.
