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 a good thing to give thanks to Yahweh and to sing praises to your name, Most High,
2 ved Gry forkynde din Nåde, om Natten din Trofasthed
to proclaim your covenant faithfulness in the morning and your truthfulness every night,
3 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg på Citer!
with a harp of ten strings and with the melody of the lyre.
4 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
For you, Yahweh, have made me glad through your deeds. I will sing for joy because of the deeds of your hands.
5 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker såre dybe!
How great are your deeds, Yahweh! Your thoughts are very deep.
6 Tåben fatter det ikke, Dåren skønner ej sligt.
A brutish person does not know, nor does 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 sprout like the grass, and even when all the evildoers thrive, still they are doomed to eternal destruction.
8 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
But you, Yahweh, will reign forever.
9 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender går under, alle Udådsmænd spredes!
Indeed, look at your enemies, Yahweh! Indeed, look at your enemies. They will perish! All those who do evil will be scattered.
10 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
You have lifted up my horn like the horn of the wild ox; I am anointed with fresh oil.
11 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard of the doom of my evil foes.
12 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
The righteous will flourish like the palm tree; they will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
13 plantet i HERRENs Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgårde;
They are planted in the house of Yahweh; they flourish in the courts of our God.
14 selv grånende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft
They bear fruit even when they are old; they stay fresh and green,
15 for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.
to proclaim that Yahweh is just. He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
