Psalms 92

1 A Psalme or song for the Sabbath day. It is a good thing to praise the Lord, and to sing vnto thy Name, O most High,

En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.

2 To declare thy louing kindenesse in the morning, and thy trueth in the night,

Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,

3 Vpon an instrument of tenne strings, and vpon the viole with the song vpon the harpe.

ved Gry forkynde din Naade, om Natten din Trofasthed

4 For thou, Lord, hast made mee glad by thy workes, and I wil reioyce in the workes of thine handes.

til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg paa Citer!

5 O Lord, how glorious are thy workes! and thy thoughtes are very deepe.

Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.

6 An vnwise man knoweth it not, and a foole doeth not vnderstand this,

Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker saare dybe!

7 (When the wicked growe as the grasse, and all the workers of wickednesse doe flourish) that they shall be destroyed for euer.

Taaben fatter det ikke, Daaren skønner ej sligt.

8 But thou, O Lord, art most High for euermore.

Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udaadsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,

9 For loe, thine enemies, O Lord: for loe, thine enemies shall perish: all the workers of iniquitie shall be destroyed.

men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.

10 But thou shalt exalt mine horne, like the vnicornes, and I shalbe anoynted with fresh oyle.

Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender gaar under, alle Udaadsmænd spredes!

11 Mine eye also shall see my desire against mine enemies: and mine eares shall heare my wish against the wicked, that rise vp against me.

Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;

12 The righteous shall flourish like a palme tree, and shall grow like a Cedar in Lebanon.

det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.

13 Such as bee planted in the house of the Lord, shall flourish in the courtes of our God.

De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;

14 They shall still bring foorth fruite in their age: they shall be fat and flourishing,

plantet i HERRENS Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgaarde;

15 To declare that the Lord my rocke is righteous, and that none iniquitie is in him.

selv graanende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.