Psalms 92
1 A psalm. A song for the Sabbath day. How good it is to thank the Lord, to sing praises to you, Most High,
(En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.) Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit navn, du højeste,
2 to tell of your trustworthy love in the morning, and your faithfulness in the night,
ved Gry forkynde din Nåde, om Natten din Trofasthed
3 to the music of a ten-stringed harp and the melody of a lyre.
til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg på Citer!
4 You've made me so happy, Lord, because of all you've done for me! I sing for joy at what you've done!
Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
5 Lord, what you do is amazing; your thoughts are very profound!
Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker såre dybe!
6 Only senseless people and fools don't know and understand this:
Tåben fatter det ikke, Dåren skønner ej sligt.
7 even though the wicked grow up quickly like grass, and even though people who do evil flourish, they will be destroyed forever!
Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udådsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
8 But you, Lord, rule on high forever.
men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
9 Your enemies, Lord, your enemies will die; everyone who does evil will be destroyed!
Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender går under, alle Udådsmænd spredes!
10 But you have made me as powerful as a wild bull; you have anointed me with the best olive oil.
Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
11 My eyes look with pleasure to see my enemies defeated; my ears have heard the downfall of those who tried to attack me.
det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
12 Those who live right flourish like a palm tree; they grow tall like a cedar tree in Lebanon.
De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
13 They are planted in the house of the Lord; they thrive in the courts of our God.
plantet i HERRENs Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgårde;
14 Even when they are old they will still produce fruit, staying fresh and green.
selv grånende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft
15 They will declare, “The Lord does what is right! He is my rock! There is no wrong in him!”
for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.
