Psalms 16
1 The inscription of a title: of David himself. Preserve me, O Lord, because I have hoped in you.
Af David; et „gyldent Smykke‟. Gud! bevar mig; thi jeg tror paa dig.
2 I have said to the Lord: “You are my God, so you have no need of my goodness.”
Du sagde til Herren: Du er min Herre, jeg har intet Gode uden dig;
3 As for the saints, who are in his land: he has made all my desires wonderful in them.
i Samfund med de hellige, som ere i Landet, og de herlige, til hvilke al min Lyst er.
4 Their infirmities have been multiplied; after this, they acted more quickly. I will not gather for their convocations of blood, nor will I remember their names with my lips.
Mange skulle deres Smerter blive, som haste efter en anden; jeg vil ikke udgyde deres Drikofre af Blod og ikke tage deres Navne paa mine Læber.
5 The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and my cup. It is you who will restore my inheritance to me.
Herren er min Arvs Del og mit Bæger; du er den, som opholder min Lod.
6 The lots have fallen upon me with clarity. And, indeed, my inheritance has been very clear to me.
Snorene faldt mig paa de liflige Steder, ja, en dejlig Arv tilfaldt mig.
7 I will bless the Lord, who has bestowed understanding upon me. Moreover, my temperament has also corrected me, even through the night.
Jeg vil love Herren, som gav mig Raad; ja, mine Nyrer paaminde mig om Nætterne.
8 I have made provision for the Lord always in my sight. For he is at my right hand, so that I may not be disturbed.
Jeg har stedse sat Herren for mig; thi han er ved min højre Haand, jeg skal ikke rokkes.
9 Because of this, my heart has been joyful, and my tongue has exulted. Moreover, even my body will rest in hope.
Derfor glæder mit Hjerte sig, og min Ære fryder sig; ja, mit Kød skal bo tryggelig.
10 For you will not abandon my soul to Hell, nor will you allow your holy one to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
Thi du vil ikke overlade min Sjæl til Dødsriget; du skal ikke lade din hellige se Forraadnelse. (Sheol h7585)
11 You have made known to me the ways of life; you will fill me with joy by your countenance. At your right hand are delights, even to the end.
Du vil kundgøre mig Livets Sti; for dit Ansigt er Mættelse af Glæder, Livsaligheder ved din højre Haand evindelig.
