Psalms 9
1 For the music director. According to Muth-labben. A psalm of David. I will praise you, Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all the amazing things you have done.
Til Sangmesteren. Al-mut-labben. En Salme af David. Jeg vil takke HERREN af hele mit Hjerte, kundgøre alle dine Undere,
2 I will be glad and celebrate in you; I will sing praises to your wonderful nature, Most High God.
glæde og fryde mig i dig, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,
3 Those who hate me retreat; they fall back and die when you confront them.
fordi mine Fjender veg, faldt og forgik for dit Aasyn.
4 For you have judged that I am right; you have decided fairly from your throne of judgment.
Thi du hævded min Ret og min Sag, du sad paa Tronen som Retfærds Dommer.
5 You have condemned the nations; you have destroyed the wicked; you have wiped out their names forever and ever.
Du trued ad Folkene, rydded de gudløse ud, deres Navn har du slettet for evigt.
6 The enemies are finished, ruined forever; their cities are destroyed—even the memory of them is gone.
Fjenden er borte, lagt øde for stedse, du omstyrted Byer, de mindes ej mer.
7 But the Lord rules forever, his throne is set up for judgment.
Men HERREN troner evindelig, han rejste sin Trone til Dom,
8 The Lord judges the world rightly; he judges the nations fairly.
skal dømme Verden med Retfærd, fælde Dom over Folkefærd med Ret.
9 The Lord is a place of safety for those who are oppressed, a fortress in times of trouble.
HERREN blev de fortryktes Tilflugt, en Tilflugt i Trængselstider;
10 Those who know your nature trust in you, for you don't abandon those who come to you.
og de stoler paa dig, de, som kender dit Navn, thi du svigted ej dem, der søgte dig, HERRE.
11 Sing praises to the Lord who reigns in Zion! Tell the nations what he has done!
Lovsyng HERREN, der bor paa Zion, kundgør blandt Folkene, hvad han har gjort!
12 He does not forget to punish murderers; he does not ignore the cries of the suffering.
Thi han, der hævner Blodskyld, kom dem i Hu, han glemte ikke de armes Raab:
13 Be gracious to me, Lord! Look at how my enemies are persecuting me! Grab me back from the gates of death,
»HERRE, vær naadig, se, hvad jeg lider af Avindsmænd, du, som løfter mig op fra Dødens Porte,
14 so I can praise you at Zion's gates, happy that you have saved me.
at jeg kan kundgøre al din Pris, juble over din Frelse i Zions Datters Porte!«
15 The nations have fallen into their own pit they dug; their feet are trapped by their own net they set.
Folkene sank i Graven, de grov, deres Fod blev hildet i Garnet, de satte.
16 The Lord is known for his fairness; the wicked are trapped by their own actions. (Higgaion, Selah)
HERREN blev aabenbar, holdt Dom, den gudløse hildedes i sine Hænders Gerning. — Higgajon (Sela)
Til Dødsriget skal de gudløse fare, alle Folk, der ej kommer Gud i Hu. (Sheol h7585)
18 But the needy will not be ignored forever, the hope of those who suffer will not always be dashed.
Thi den fattige glemmes ikke for evigt, ej skuffes evindelig ydmyges Haab.
19 Stand up, Lord! Don't let human beings win! Let the nations be brought before you for judgment!
Rejs dig, HERRE, lad ikke Mennesker faa Magten, lad Folkene dømmes for dit Aasyn;
20 Lord, terrify them! Let them know they are only human! (Selah)
HERRE, slaa dem med Rædsel, lad Folkene kende, at de er Mennesker! (Sela)
