Psalms 16
1 The inscription of a title: of David himself. Preserve me, O Lord, because I have hoped in you.
En Miktam af David. Vogt mig, Gud, thi jeg lider paa dig!
2 I have said to the Lord: “You are my God, so you have no need of my goodness.”
Jeg siger til HERREN: »Du er min Herre; jeg har ikke andet Gode end dig.
3 As for the saints, who are in his land: he has made all my desires wonderful in them.
De hellige, som er i Landet, de er de herlige, hvem al min Hu staar til.«
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 Kvaler rammer dem, som vælger en anden Gud; deres Blodofre vil jeg ikke udgyde, ej tage deres Navn i min Mund.
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 tilmaalte Del og mit Bæger. Du holder min Arvelod i Hævd.
6 The lots have fallen upon me with clarity. And, indeed, my inheritance has been very clear to me.
Snorene faldt mig paa liflige Steder, ja, en dejlig Arvelod 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 prise HERREN, der gav mig Raad, mine Nyrer maner mig, selv om Natten.
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 altid HERREN for Øje, han er ved min højre, jeg rokkes ikke.
9 Because of this, my heart has been joyful, and my tongue has exulted. Moreover, even my body will rest in hope.
Derfor glædes mit Hjerte, min Ære jubler, endogsaa mit Kød skal bo i Tryghed.
10 For you will not abandon my soul to Hell, nor will you allow your holy one to see corruption. (Sheol h7585)
Thi Dødsriget giver du ikke min Sjæl, lader ikke din hellige skue Graven. (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 lærer mig Livets Vej; man mættes af Glæde for dit Aasyn, Livsalighed er i din højre for evigt.
