Psalms 104
1 Give praise to the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, you are very great; you are robed with honour and power.
Min sjel, lov Herren! Herre min Gud, du er såre stor, høihet og herlighet har du iklædd dig.
2 You are clothed with light as with a robe; stretching out the heavens like a curtain:
Han hyller sig i lys som i et klædebon, han spenner himmelen ut som et telt,
3 The arch of your house is based on the waters; you make the clouds your carriage; you go on the wings of the wind:
han som tømrer i vannene sine høie saler, han som gjør skyene til sin vogn, som farer frem på vindens vinger.
4 He makes winds his angels, and flames of fire his servants.
Han gjør vinder til sine engler, luende ild til sine tjenere.
5 He has made the earth strong on its bases, so that it may not be moved for ever and ever;
Han grunnfestet jorden på dens støtter, den skal ikke rokkes i all evighet.
6 Covering it with the sea as with a robe: the waters were high over the mountains;
Du hadde dekket den med dype vann som med et klædebon; vannene stod over fjellene.
7 At the voice of your word they went in flight; at the sound of your thunder they went away in fear;
For din trusel flydde de, for din tordens røst for de hastig bort.
8 The mountains came up and the valleys went down into the place which you had made ready for them.
De steg op til fjellene, fór ned i dalene, til det sted du hadde grunnfestet for dem.
9 You made a limit over which they might not go, so that the earth would never again be covered by them.
En grense satte du, som de ikke skal overskride; de skal ikke vende tilbake for å dekke jorden.
10 You sent the springs into the valleys; they are flowing between the hills.
Han lar kilder springe frem i dalene; mellem fjellene går de.
11 They give drink to every beast of the field; the mountain asses come to them for water.
De gir alle markens dyr å drikke; villeslene slukker sin tørst.
12 The birds of the air have their resting-places by them, and make their song among the branches.
Over dem bor himmelens fugler; mellem grenene lar de høre sin røst.
13 He sends down rain from his store-houses on the hills: the earth is full of the fruit of his works.
Han vanner fjellene fra sine høie saler; av dine gjerningers frukt mettes jorden.
14 He makes the grass come up for the cattle, and plants for the use of man; so that bread may come out of the earth;
Han lar gress gro for feet og urter til menneskets tjeneste, til å få brød frem av jorden.
15 And wine to make glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face shining, and bread giving strength to his heart.
Og vin gleder menneskets hjerte, så den gjør åsynet mer skinnende enn olje, og brød styrker menneskets hjerte.
16 The trees of the Lord are full of growth, the cedars of Lebanon of his planting;
Herrens trær mettes, Libanons sedrer som han har plantet,
17 Where the birds have their resting-places; as for the stork, the tall trees are her house.
der hvor fuglene bygger rede, storken som har sin bolig i cypressene.
18 The high hills are a safe place for the mountain goats, and the rocks for the small beasts.
De høie fjell er for stengjetene, klippene er tilflukt for fjellgrevlingene.
19 He made the moon for a sign of the divisions of the year; teaching the sun the time of its going down.
Han gjorde månen til å fastsette tidene; solen kjenner sin nedgangstid.
20 When you make it dark, it is night, when all the beasts of the woods come quietly out of their secret places.
Du gjør mørke, og det blir natt; i den rører sig alle dyrene i skogen.
21 The young lions go thundering after their food; searching for their meat from God.
De unge løver brøler efter rov, for å kreve sin føde av Gud.
22 The sun comes up, and they come together, and go back to their secret places to take their rest.
Solen går op, de trekker sig tilbake og legger sig i sine boliger.
23 Man goes out to his work, and to his business, till the evening.
Mennesket går ut til sin gjerning og til sitt arbeid inntil aftenen.
24 O Lord, how great is the number of your works! in wisdom you have made them all; the earth is full of the things you have made.
Hvor mange dine gjerninger er, Herre! Du gjorde dem alle viselig; jorden er full av det du har skapt.
25 There is the great, wide sea, where there are living things, great and small, more than may be numbered.
Der er havet, stort og vidtstrakt; der er en vrimmel uten tall, der er dyr, både små og store.
26 There go the ships; there is that great beast, which you have made as a plaything.
Der går skibene, Leviatan, som du skapte til å leke sig der.
27 All of them are waiting for you, to give them their food in its time.
Alle venter de på dig, at du skal gi dem deres føde i sin tid.
28 They take what you give them; they are full of the good things which come from your open hand.
Du gir dem, de sanker; du oplater din hånd, de mettes med godt.
29 If your face is veiled, they are troubled; when you take away their breath, they come to an end, and go back to the dust.
Du skjuler ditt åsyn, de forferdes; du drar deres livsånde tilbake, de dør og vender tilbake til sitt støv.
30 If you send out your spirit, they are given life; you make new the face of the earth.
Du sender din Ånd ut, de skapes, og du gjør jordens skikkelse ny igjen.
31 Let the glory of the Lord be for ever; let the Lord have joy in his works:
Herrens ære være til evig tid! Herren glede sig i sine gjerninger!
32 At whose look the earth is shaking; at whose touch the mountains send out smoke.
Han som ser til jorden, og den bever, som rører ved fjellene, og de ryker.
33 I will make songs to the Lord all my life; I will make melody to my God while I have my being.
Jeg vil lovsynge Herren så lenge jeg lever; jeg vil synge for min Gud så lenge jeg er til.
34 Let my thoughts be sweet to him: I will be glad in the Lord.
Måtte min tale tekkes ham! Jeg vil glede mig i Herren!
35 Let sinners be cut off from the earth, and let all evil-doers come to an end. Give praise to the Lord, O my soul. Give praise to the Lord.
Men måtte syndere utryddes av jorden, og ugudelige ikke mere finnes! Min sjel, lov Herren! Halleluja!
