Psalms 19
1 Unto the end. A psalm for David. The heavens shew forth the glory of God, and the firmament declareth the work of his hands.
Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.
2 Day to day uttereth speech, and night to night sheweth knowledge.
Himlene fortælle Guds Ære, og den udstrakte Befæstning forkynder hans Hænders Gerning.
3 There are no speeches nor languages, where their voices are not heard.
En Dag udgyder sin Tale til den anden, og en Nat kundgør den anden Vidskab.
4 Their sound hath gone forth into all the earth: and their words unto the ends of the world.
Der er ingen Tale og ej Ord, med hvilke deres Røst ej er hørt.
5 He hath set his tabernacle in the sun: and he, as a bridegroom coming out of his bride chamber, Hath rejoiced as a giant to run the way:
Deres Maalesnor er udgangen over al Jorden og deres Ord til Jorderiges Ende, han satte et Telt for Solen paa dem.
6 His going out is from the end of heaven, And his circuit even to the end thereof: and there is no one that can hide himself from his heat.
Og den gaar ud som en Brudgom af sit Brudekammer; den glæder sig som en Helt ved at løbe sin Bane.
7 The law of the Lord is unspotted, converting souls: the testimony of the Lord is faithful, giving wisdom to little ones.
Dens Udgang er fra Himmelens ene Ende, og dens Omgang indtil dens anden Ende, og intet er dækket for dens Hede.
8 The justices of the Lord are right, rejoicing hearts: the commandment of the Lord is lightsome, enlightening the eyes.
Herrens Lov er fuldkommen, den vederkvæger Sjælen; Herrens Vidnesbyrd er trofast, det gør den vankundige viis.
9 The fear of the Lord is holy, enduring for ever and ever: the judgments of the Lord are true, justified in themselves.
Herrens Befalinger ere rette, de glæde Hjertet; Herrens Bud er rent, det oplyser Øjnene.
10 More to be desired than gold and many precious stones: and sweeter than honey and the honeycomb.
Herrens Frygt er ren, den bestaar evindelig; Herrens Domme ere Sandhed, de ere alle sammen retfærdige.
11 For thy servant keepeth them, and in keeping them there is a great reward.
De ere kosteligere end Guld, ja, end meget fint Guld, og sødere end Honning og Honningkage.
12 Who can understand sins? from my secret ones cleanse me, O Lord:
Ogsaa din Tjener bliver paamindet ved dem; naar man holder dem, da er der stor Løn.
13 And from those of others spare thy servant. If they shall have no dominion over me, then shall I be without spot: and I shall be cleansed from the greatest sin.
Hvo mærker Vildfarelserne? rens du mig fra lønlig Brøst!
14 And the words of my mouth shall be such as may please: and the meditation of my heart always in thy sight. O Lord, my helper, and my redeemer.
Hold og din Tjener borte fra de hovmodige, at de ikke skulle herske over mig, da bliver jeg urokkelig og uden Skyld for store Overtrædelser. Lad min Munds Ord og mit Hjertes Betænkning være til Behag for dit Ansigt, Herre, min Klippe og min Genløser!
