Psalms 132
1 A Song of Degrees. Lord, remember David, and all his meekness:
(Sang til Festrejserne.) HERRE, kom David i Hu for al hans møje,
2 how he sware to the Lord, [and] vowed to the God of Jacob, [saying],
hvorledes han tilsvor HERREN, gav Jakobs Vældige et Løfte:
3 I will not go into the tabernacle of my house; I will not go up to the couch of my bed;
"Jeg træder ej ind i mit Huses Telt, jeg stiger ej op på mit Leje,
4 I will not give sleep to mine eyes, nor slumber to mine eyelids, nor rest to my temples,
under ikke mine Øjne Søvn, ikke mine Øjenlåg Hvile,
5 until I find a place for the Lord, a tabernacle for the God of Jacob.
før jeg har fundet HERREN et Sted, Jakobs Vældige en Bolig!"
6 Behold, we heard of it in Ephratha; we found it in the fields of the wood.
"Se, i Efrata hørte vi om den, fandt den på Ja'ars Mark;
7 Let us enter into his tabernacles: let us worship at the place where his feet stood.
lad os gå hen til hans Bolig, tilbede ved hans Fødders Skammel!"
8 Arise, O Lord, into thy rest; thou, and the ark of thine holiness.
HERRE, bryd op til dit Hvilested, du og din Vældes Ark!
9 Thy priests shall clothe themselves with righteousness; and thy saints shall exult.
Dine Præster være klædte i Retfærd, dine fromme synge med Fryd!
10 For the sake of thy servant David turn not away the face of thine anointed.
For din Tjener Davids Skyld afvise du ikke din Salvede!"
11 The Lord sware [in] truth to David, and he will not annul it, [saying], Of the fruit of thy body will I set [a king] upon thy throne.
HERREN tilsvor David et troværdigt, usvigeligt Løfte: "Af din Livsens Frugt vil jeg sætte Konger på din Trone.
12 If thy children will deep my covenant, and these my testimonies which I shall teach them, their children also shall sit upon thy throne for ever.
Såfremt dine Sønner holder min Pagt og mit Vidnesbyrd, som jeg lærer dem, skal også deres Sønner sidde evindelig på din Trone!
13 For the Lord has elected Sion, he has chosen her for a habitation for himself, [saying],
Thi HERREN har udvalgt Zion, ønsket sig det til Bolig:
14 This is my rest for ever: here will I dwell; for I have chosen it.
Her er for evigt mit Hvilested, her vil jeg bo, thi det har jeg ønsket.
15 I will surely bless her provision: I will satisfy her poor with bread.
Dets Føde velsigner jeg, dets fattige mætter jeg med Brød,
16 I will clothe her priests with salvation; and her saints shall greatly exult.
dets Præster klæder jeg i Frelse, dets fromme skal synge med Fryd.
17 There will I cause to spring up a horn to David: I have prepared a lamp for mine anointed.
Der lader jeg Horn vokse frem for David, sikrer min Salvede Lampe.
18 His enemies will I clothe with a shame; but upon himself shall my holiness flourish.
Jeg klæder hans Fjender i Skam, men på ham skal Kronen stråle!"
