Psalms 30
1 For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.
En Psalme, en Sang ved Husets Indvielse; af David. Herre! jeg vil ophøje dig; thi du har draget mig op, og du lod ikke mine Fjender glædes over mig.
2 O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.
Herre, min Gud! jeg raabte til dig, og du helbredede mig.
3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [amongst] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Herre! du førte min Sjæl op fra de døde, du lod mig leve, at jeg ikke for ned i Hulen. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
Synger for Herren, I hans hellige! og priser hans Helligheds Ihukommelse.
5 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
Thi et Øjeblik varer hans Vrede, men hans Naade Livet igennem; om Aftenen gæster os Graad, men om Morgenen Frydeskrig.
6 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
Og jeg sagde i min Tryghed: Jeg skal ikke rokkes evindelig.
7 O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.
Herre! i din Naade havde du befæstet mit Bjerg; du skjulte dit Ansigt, da blev jeg forfærdet.
8 To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
Til dig, Herre! vil jeg raabe, og til Herren vil jeg bede ydmygeligt.
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?
Hvad Vinding er der i mit Blod, at jeg farer ned til Graven? Kan Støv takke dig? Kan det forkynde din Sandhed?
10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
Herre! hør, og vær mig naadig; Herre! vær min Hjælper.
11 You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Du har omskiftet min Sorg til Dans for mig; du har løst min Sæk og bundet op om mig med Glæde,
12 that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.
at min Ære maa lovsynge dig og ikke tie; Herre, min Gud! evindelig vil jeg takke dig.
