Psalms 132
1 A Canticle in steps. O Lord, remember David and all his meekness,
(Sang til Festrejserne.) HERRE, kom David i Hu for al hans møje,
2 how he swore to the Lord, how he made a vow to the God of Jacob:
hvorledes han tilsvor HERREN, gav Jakobs Vældige et Løfte:
3 I shall not enter into the tabernacle of my house, nor climb into the bed where I lie down;
"Jeg træder ej ind i mit Huses Telt, jeg stiger ej op på mit Leje,
4 I shall not give sleep to my eyes, nor slumber to my eyelids
under ikke mine Øjne Søvn, ikke mine Øjenlåg Hvile,
5 and rest to my temples, 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 Ephrathah. We discovered it in the fields of the forest.
"Se, i Efrata hørte vi om den, fandt den på Ja'ars Mark;
7 We will enter into his tabernacle. We will adore in the place where his feet stood.
lad os gå hen til hans Bolig, tilbede ved hans Fødders Skammel!"
8 Rise up, O Lord, into your resting place. You and the ark of your sanctification.
HERRE, bryd op til dit Hvilested, du og din Vældes Ark!
9 Let your priests be clothed with justice, and let your saints exult.
Dine Præster være klædte i Retfærd, dine fromme synge med Fryd!
10 For the sake of your servant David, do not turn away the face of your Christ.
For din Tjener Davids Skyld afvise du ikke din Salvede!"
11 The Lord has sworn the truth to David, and he will not disappoint: I will set upon your throne from the fruit of your lineage.
HERREN tilsvor David et troværdigt, usvigeligt Løfte: "Af din Livsens Frugt vil jeg sætte Konger på din Trone.
12 If your sons will keep my covenant and these, my testimonies, which I will teach to them, then their sons will sit upon your throne even forever.
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 chosen Zion. He has chosen it as his dwelling place.
Thi HERREN har udvalgt Zion, ønsket sig det til Bolig:
14 This is my resting place, forever and ever. Here I will dwell, for I have chosen it.
Her er for evigt mit Hvilested, her vil jeg bo, thi det har jeg ønsket.
15 When blessing, I will bless her widow. 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 will rejoice with great joy.
dets Præster klæder jeg i Frelse, dets fromme skal synge med Fryd.
17 There, I will produce a horn to David. There, I have prepared a lamp for my Christ.
Der lader jeg Horn vokse frem for David, sikrer min Salvede Lampe.
18 I will clothe his enemies with confusion. But my sanctification will flourish over him.
Jeg klæder hans Fjender i Skam, men på ham skal Kronen stråle!"
