Psalms 84
1 To the chief Musician. Upon the Gittith. Of the sons of Korah. A Psalm. How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Jehovah of hosts!
Til Sangmesteren. Al-haggittit. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.
2 My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of Jehovah; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Hvor elskelige er dine Boliger, Hærskarers HERRE!
3 Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she layeth her young, thine altars, O Jehovah 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 thy house: they will be constantly praising thee. (Selah)
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 strength is in thee, — they, in whose heart are the highways.
Salige de, der bor i dit Hus, end skal de love dig. (Sela)
6 Passing through the valley of Baca, they make it a well-spring; yea, the early rain covereth it with blessings.
Salig den, hvis Styrke er i dig, naar hans Hu staar til Højtidsrejser!
7 They go from strength to strength: [each one] will appear before God in Zion.
Naar de gaar gennem Bakadalen, gør de den til Kildevang, og Tidligregnen hyller den i Velsignelser.
8 Jehovah, God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. (Selah)
Fra Kraft til Kraft gaar de frem, de stedes for Gud paa Zion.
9 Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of thine anointed.
Hør min Bøn, o HERRE, Hærskarers Gud, Lyt til, du Jakobs Gud! (Sela)
10 For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather stand at the threshold of the house of my God, than dwell in the tents of wickedness.
Gud, vort Skjold, se til og vend dit Blik til din Salvedes Aasyn!
11 For Jehovah Elohim is a sun and shield: Jehovah will give grace and glory; no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
Thi bedre een Dag i din Forgaard end tusinde ellers, hellere ligge ved min Guds Hus's Tærskel end dvæle i Gudløsheds Telte.
12 Jehovah of hosts, blessed is the man that confideth in thee!
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!
