Psalms 92
1 A Psalm, a Song. For the sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks unto the LORD, and to sing praises unto Thy name, O Most High;
En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.
2 To declare Thy lovingkindness in the morning, and Thy faithfulness in the night seasons,
Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,
3 With an instrument of ten strings, and with the psaltery; with a solemn sound upon the harp.
ved Gry forkynde din Naade, om Natten din Trofasthed
4 For Thou, LORD, hast made me glad through Thy work; I will exult in the works of Thy hands.
til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg paa Citer!
5 How great are Thy works, O LORD! Thy thoughts are very deep.
Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
6 A brutish man knoweth not, neither doth a fool understand this.
Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker saare dybe!
7 When the wicked spring up as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they may be destroyed for ever.
Taaben fatter det ikke, Daaren skønner ej sligt.
8 But Thou, O LORD, art on high for evermore.
Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udaadsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
9 For, lo, Thine enemies, O LORD, for, lo, Thine enemies shall perish: all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
10 But my horn hast Thou exalted like the horn of the wild-ox; I am anointed with rich oil.
Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender gaar under, alle Udaadsmænd spredes!
11 Mine eye also hath gazed on them that lie in wait for me, mine ears have heard my desire of the evil-doers that rise up against me.
Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
12 The righteous shall flourish like the palm-tree; he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
13 Planted in the house of the LORD, they shall flourish in the courts of our God.
De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
14 They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and richness;
plantet i HERRENS Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgaarde;
15 To declare that the LORD is upright, my Rock, in whom there is no unrighteousness.
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.
