Psalms 84
1 For the choirmaster. According to Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. How lovely is Your dwelling place, O LORD of Hosts!
Til Sangmesteren. Al-haggittit. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.
2 My soul longs, even faints, for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Hvor elskelige er dine Boliger, Hærskarers HERRE!
3 Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she places her young near Your altars, O LORD of Hosts, my King and my God.
Af Længsel efter HERRENS Forgaarde vansmægted min Sjæl, nu jubler mit Hjerte og Kød for den levende Gud!
4 How blessed are those who dwell in Your house! They are ever praising You.
Ja, Spurven fandt sig et Hjem og Svalen en Rede, hvor den har sine Unger — dine Altre, Hærskarers HERRE, min Konge og Gud!
5 Blessed are those whose strength is in You, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.
Salige de, der bor i dit Hus, end skal de love dig. (Sela)
6 As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a place of springs; even the autumn rain covers it with pools.
Salig den, hvis Styrke er i dig, naar hans Hu staar til Højtidsrejser!
7 They go from strength to strength, until each appears before God in Zion.
Naar de gaar gennem Bakadalen, gør de den til Kildevang, og Tidligregnen hyller den i Velsignelser.
8 O LORD God of Hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob.
Fra Kraft til Kraft gaar de frem, de stedes for Gud paa Zion.
9 Take notice of our shield, O God, and look with favor on the face of Your anointed.
Hør min Bøn, o HERRE, Hærskarers Gud, Lyt til, du Jakobs Gud! (Sela)
10 For better is one day in Your courts than a thousand elsewhere. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked.
Gud, vort Skjold, se til og vend dit Blik til din Salvedes Aasyn!
11 For the LORD God is a sun and a shield; the LORD gives grace and glory; He withholds no good thing from those who walk with integrity.
Thi bedre een Dag i din Forgaard end tusinde ellers, hellere ligge ved min Guds Hus's Tærskel end dvæle i Gudløsheds Telte.
12 O LORD of Hosts, how blessed is the man who trusts in You!
Thi Gud HERREN er Sol og Skjold, HERREN giver Naade og Ære; dem, der vandrer i Uskyld, nægter han intet godt. Hærskarers HERRE, salig er den, der stoler paa dig!
