Psalms 146

1 Praise you the LORD. Praise the LORD, O my soul.

Min Sjæl! lov Herren!

2 While I live will I praise the LORD: I will sing praises to my God while I have any being.

Jeg vil love Herren, medens jeg lever, jeg vil synge min Gud Psalmer, medens jeg er til.

3 Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help.

Forlader eder ikke paa Fyrster, paa et Menneskes Barn, hos hvem der ingen Frelse er.

4 His breath goes forth, he returns to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.

Hans Aand udfarer, han vender tilbage til sit Støv; paa den Dag er det forbi med hans stolte Anslag.

5 Happy is he that has the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the LORD his God:

Salig er den, hvis Hjælp Jakobs Gud er, hvis Haab er til Herren hans Gud;

6 Which made heaven, and earth, the sea, and all that therein is: which keeps truth for ever:

som gjorde Himmelen og Jorden, Havet og alt det, som der er i dem, han, som bliver Sandhed tro evindelig;

7 Which executes judgment for the oppressed: which gives food to the hungry. The LORD looses the prisoners:

som skaffer dem Ret, der lide Vold, som giver de hungrige Brød; Herren løser de bundne.

8 The LORD opens the eyes of the blind: the LORD raises them that are bowed down: the LORD loves the righteous:

Herren aabner de blindes Øjne; Herren oprejser de nedbøjede; Herren elsker de retfærdige.

9 The LORD preserves the strangers; he relieves the fatherless and widow: but the way of the wicked he turns upside down.

Herren bevarer de fremmede; han opholder faderløse og Enker, men forvender de ugudeliges Vej.

10 The LORD shall reign for ever, even your God, O Zion, to all generations. Praise you the LORD.

Herren skal regere evindelig, din Gud, o Zion! fra Slægt til Slægt. Halleluja!