Psalms 84
1 For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core, concerning the wine presses. How amiable are your tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!
Til Sangmesteren. Al-haggittit. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.
2 My soul longs, and faints for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh have exulted in the living god.
Hvor elskelige er dine Boliger, Hærskarers HERRE!
3 Yes, the sparrow has found himself a home, and the turtle-dove a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, [even] 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 Blessed are they that dwell in your house: they will praise you evermore. (Pause)
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 is the man whose help is of you, O Lord; in his heart he has purposed to go up
Salige de, der bor i dit Hus, end skal de love dig. (Sela)
6 the valley of weeping, to the place which he has appointed, for [there] the law-giver will grant blessings.
Salig den, hvis Styrke er i dig, naar hans Hu staar til Højtidsrejser!
7 They shall go from strength to strength: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion.
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: listen, O God of Jacob. (Pause)
Fra Kraft til Kraft gaar de frem, de stedes for Gud paa Zion.
9 Behold, O God our defender, and look upon the face of your anointed.
Hør min Bøn, o HERRE, Hærskarers Gud, Lyt til, du Jakobs Gud! (Sela)
10 For one day in your courts is better than thousands. I would rather be an abject in the house of God, than dwell in the tents of sinners.
Gud, vort Skjold, se til og vend dit Blik til din Salvedes Aasyn!
11 For the Lord loves mercy and truth: God will give grace and glory: the Lord will not withhold good things from them that walk in innocence.
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, blessed is the man that 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!
