Psalms 9
1 To him that excelleth vpon Muth Laben. A Psalme of Dauid. I will praise the Lord with my whole heart: I will speake of all thy marueilous workes.
Til Sangmesteren. Al-mut-labben. En Salme af David. Jeg vil takke HERREN af hele mit Hjerte, kundgøre alle dine Undere,
2 I will bee glad, and reioyce in thee: I will sing praise to thy Name, O most High,
glæde og fryde mig i dig, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,
3 For that mine enemies are turned backe: they shall fall, and perish at thy presence.
fordi mine Fjender veg, faldt og forgik for dit Aasyn.
4 For thou hast maintained my right and my cause: thou art set in the throne, and iudgest right.
Thi du hævded min Ret og min Sag, du sad paa Tronen som Retfærds Dommer.
5 Thou hast rebuked the heathen: thou hast destroyed the wicked: thou hast put out their name for euer and euer.
Du trued ad Folkene, rydded de gudløse ud, deres Navn har du slettet for evigt.
6 O enemie, destructions are come to a perpetual end, and thou hast destroyed the cities: their memoriall is perished with them.
Fjenden er borte, lagt øde for stedse, du omstyrted Byer, de mindes ej mer.
7 But the Lord shall sit for euer: hee hath prepared his throne for iudgement.
Men HERREN troner evindelig, han rejste sin Trone til Dom,
8 For he shall iudge the worlde in righteousnes, and shall iudge the people with equitie.
skal dømme Verden med Retfærd, fælde Dom over Folkefærd med Ret.
9 The Lord also wil be a refuge for the poore, a refuge in due time, euen in affliction.
HERREN blev de fortryktes Tilflugt, en Tilflugt i Trængselstider;
10 And they that know thy Name, will trust in thee: for thou, Lord, hast not failed them that seeke thee.
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, which dwelleth in Zion: shewe the people his workes.
Lovsyng HERREN, der bor paa Zion, kundgør blandt Folkene, hvad han har gjort!
12 For whe he maketh inquisition for blood, hee remembreth it, and forgetteth not the complaint of the poore.
Thi han, der hævner Blodskyld, kom dem i Hu, han glemte ikke de armes Raab:
13 Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lord: consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate mee, thou that liftest me vp from the gates of death,
»HERRE, vær naadig, se, hvad jeg lider af Avindsmænd, du, som løfter mig op fra Dødens Porte,
14 That I may shewe all thy praises within the gates of the daughter of Zion, and reioyce in thy saluation.
at jeg kan kundgøre al din Pris, juble over din Frelse i Zions Datters Porte!«
15 The heathen are sunken downe in the pit that they made: in the nette that they hid, is their foote taken.
Folkene sank i Graven, de grov, deres Fod blev hildet i Garnet, de satte.
16 The Lord is knowen by executing iudgement: the wicked is snared in the worke of his owne handes. (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 For the poore shall not bee alway forgotten: the hope of the afflicted shall not perish for euer.
Thi den fattige glemmes ikke for evigt, ej skuffes evindelig ydmyges Haab.
19 Vp Lord: let not man preuaile: let the heathen be iudged in thy sight.
Rejs dig, HERRE, lad ikke Mennesker faa Magten, lad Folkene dømmes for dit Aasyn;
20 Put them in feare, O Lord, that the heathen may knowe that they are but men. (Selah)
HERRE, slaa dem med Rædsel, lad Folkene kende, at de er Mennesker! (Sela)
