< Psalms 36 >

1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David, the servant of the LORD. An oracle is in my heart regarding the transgression of the wicked man: There is no fear of God before his eyes.
Til Sangmesteren. Af HERRENS Tjener David.
2 For his eyes are too full of conceit to detect or hate his own sin.
Synden taler til den gudløse inde i hans Hjerte; Gudsfrygt har han ikke for Øje;
3 The words of his mouth are wicked and deceitful; he has ceased to be wise and well-doing.
thi den smigrer ham frækt og siger, at ingen skal finde hans Brøde og hade ham.
4 Even on his bed he plots wickedness; he sets himself on a path that is not good; he fails to reject evil.
Hans Munds Ord er Uret og Svig, han har ophørt at handle klogt og godt;
5 Your loving devotion, O LORD, reaches to the heavens, Your faithfulness to the clouds.
paa sit Leje udtænker han Uret, han træder en Vej, som ikke er god; det onde afskyr han ikke.
6 Your righteousness is like the highest mountains; Your judgments are like the deepest sea. O LORD, You preserve man and beast.
HERRE, din Miskundhed rækker til Himlen, din Trofasthed naar til Skyerne,
7 How precious is Your loving devotion, O God, that the children of men take refuge in the shadow of Your wings!
din Retfærd er som Guds Bjerge, dine Domme som det store Dyb; HERRE, du frelser Folk og Fæ,
8 They feast on the abundance of Your house, and You give them drink from Your river of delights.
hvor dyrebar er dog din Miskundhed, Gud! Og Menneskebørnene skjuler sig i dine Vingers Skygge;
9 For with You is the fountain of life; in Your light we see light.
de kvæges ved dit Huses Fedme, du læsker dem af din Lifligheds Strøm;
10 Extend Your loving devotion to those who know You, and Your righteousness to the upright in heart.
thi hos dig er Livets Kilde, i dit Lys skuer vi Lys!
11 Let not the foot of the proud come against me, nor the hand of the wicked drive me away.
Lad din Miskundhed blive over dem, der kender dig, din Retfærd over de oprigtige af Hjertet.
12 There the evildoers lie fallen, thrown down and unable to rise.
Lad Hovmods Fod ej træde mig ned, gudløses Haand ej jage mig bort. Se, Udaadsmændene falder, slaas ned, saa de ikke kan rejse sig.

< Psalms 36 >