Psalms 84
1 For the Leader; upon the Gittith. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. How lovely are Thy tabernacles, O LORD of hosts!
Til Sangmesteren. Al-haggittit. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.
2 My soul yearneth, yea, even pineth for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh sing for joy unto the living God.
Hvor elskelige er dine Boliger, Hærskarers HERRE!
3 Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young; Thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my King, and my God —.
Af Længsel efter HERRENS Forgaarde vansmægted min Sjæl, nu jubler mit Hjerte og Kød for den levende Gud!
4 Happy are they that dwell in Thy house, they are ever praising Thee. (Selah)
Ja, Spurven fandt sig et Hjem og Svalen en Rede, hvor den har sine Unger — dine Altre, Hærskarers HERRE, min Konge og Gud!
5 Happy is the man whose strength is in Thee; in whose heart are the highways.
Salige de, der bor i dit Hus, end skal de love dig. (Sela)
6 Passing through the valley of Baca they make it a place of springs; yea, the early rain clotheth it with blessings.
Salig den, hvis Styrke er i dig, naar hans Hu staar til Højtidsrejser!
7 They go from strength to strength, every one of them appeareth before God in Zion.
Naar de gaar gennem Bakadalen, gør de den til Kildevang, og Tidligregnen hyller den i Velsignelser.
8 O LORD God of hosts, hear my prayer; give ear, O God of Jacob. (Selah)
Fra Kraft til Kraft gaar de frem, de stedes for Gud paa Zion.
9 Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of Thine anointed.
Hør min Bøn, o HERRE, Hærskarers Gud, Lyt til, du Jakobs Gud! (Sela)
10 For a day in Thy courts is better than a thousand; I had rather stand at the threshold of the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
Gud, vort Skjold, se til og vend dit Blik til din Salvedes Aasyn!
11 For the LORD God is a sun and a shield; the LORD giveth grace and glory; no good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly.
Thi bedre een Dag i din Forgaard end tusinde ellers, hellere ligge ved min Guds Hus's Tærskel end dvæle i Gudløsheds Telte.
12 O LORD of hosts, happy is the man that trusteth in Thee.
Thi Gud HERREN er Sol og Skjold, HERREN giver Naade og Ære; dem, der vandrer i Uskyld, nægter han intet godt. Hærskarers HERRE, salig er den, der stoler paa dig!
