Psalms 139
1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. O LORD, You have searched me and known me.
Til Sangmesteren. Af David. En Salme. HERRE, du ransager mig og kender mig!
2 You know when I sit and when I rise; You understand my thoughts from afar.
Du ved, naar jeg sidder, og naar jeg staar op, du fatter min Tanke i Frastand,
3 You search out my path and my lying down; You are aware of all my ways.
du har Rede paa, hvor jeg gaar eller ligger, og alle mine Veje kender du grant.
4 Even before a word is on my tongue, You know all about it, O LORD.
Thi før Ordet er til paa min Tunge, se, da ved du det, HERRE, til fulde.
5 You hem me in behind and before; You have laid Your hand upon me.
Bagfra og forfra omslutter du mig, du lægger din Haand paa mig.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.
At fatte det er mig for underfuldt, for højt, jeg evner det ikke!
7 Where can I go to escape Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your presence?
Hvorhen skal jeg gaa for din Aand, og hvor skal jeg fly for dit Aasyn?
8 If I ascend to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, You are there. (Sheol h7585)
Farer jeg op til Himlen, da er du der, reder jeg Leje i Dødsriget, saa er du der; (Sheol h7585)
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle by the farthest sea,
tager jeg Morgenrødens Vinger, fæster jeg Bo, hvor Havet ender,
10 even there Your hand will guide me; Your right hand will hold me fast.
da vil din Haand ogsaa lede mig der, din højre holde mig fast!
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me, and the light become night around me”—
Og siger jeg: »Mørket skal skjule mig, Lyset blive Nat omkring mig!«
12 even the darkness is not dark to You, but the night shines like the day, for darkness is as light to You.
saa er Mørket ej mørkt for dig, og Natten er klar som Dagen, Mørket er som Lyset.
13 For You formed my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thi du har dannet mine Nyrer, vævet mig i Moders Liv.
14 I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are Your works, and I know this very well.
Jeg vil takke dig, fordi jeg er underfuldt skabt; underfulde er dine Gerninger, det kender min Sjæl til fulde.
15 My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in secret, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Mine Ben var ikke skjult for dig, da jeg blev skabt i Løndom, virket i Jordens Dyb;
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; all my days were written in Your book and ordained for me before one of them came to be.
som Foster saa dine Øjne mig, i din Bog var de alle skrevet, Dagene var bestemt, før en eneste af dem var kommet.
17 How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God, how vast is their sum!
Hvor kostelige er dine Tanker mig, Gud, hvor stor er dog deres Sum!
18 If I were to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand; and when I awake, I am still with You.
Tæller jeg dem, er de flere end Sandet, jeg vaagner — og end er jeg hos dig.
19 O God, that You would slay the wicked— away from me, you bloodthirsty men—
Vilde du dog dræbe de gudløse, Gud, maatte Blodets Mænd vige fra mig,
20 who speak of You deceitfully; Your enemies take Your name in vain.
de, som taler om dig paa Skrømt og sværger falsk ved dit Navn.
21 Do I not hate those who hate You, O LORD, and detest those who rise against You?
Jeg hader jo dem, der hader dig, HERRE, og væmmes ved dem, der staar dig imod;
22 I hate them with perfect hatred; I count them as my enemies.
med fuldt Had hader jeg dem, de er ogsaa mine Fjender.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my concerns.
Ransag mig, Gud, og kend mit Hjerte, prøv mig og kend mine Tanker!
24 See if there is any offensive way in me; lead me in the way everlasting.
Se, om jeg er paa Smertens Vej, og led mig paa Evigheds Vej!
