Psalms 65
1 “To the chief musician, a psalm [and] song of David.” For thee praise is waiting, O God, in Zion: and unto thee shall vows be paid.
Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David; en Sang.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee all flesh shall come.
Gud! man lover dig i det stille i Zion, og dig skal betales Løfte.
3 The iniquitous things have become too mighty for me: our transgressions—these wilt thou wipe away.
Du, som hører Bønnen, hen til dig tyr alt Kød.
4 Happy is he whom thou choosest, and causest to approach, that he may dwell in thy courts: let us be satisfied with the happiness of thy house, the holiness of thy temple.
Misgerningerne ere blevne mig for svare; vore Overtrædelser, dem ville du sone!
5 With terrific deeds in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the sea, that are far away;
Salig er den, som du udvælger og lader komme nær, at han maa bo i dine Forgaarde; vi skulle mættes med dit Hus's Gode, i dit Tempels Helligdom.
6 Who setteth firmly the mountains by his power, who is girded with might;
Forfærdelige Ting skal du, vor Frelses Gud, svare os i Retfærdighed, du, som er en Fortrøstning for den hele vide Jord og Havet i det fjerne.
7 Who assuageth the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the tumult of nations.
Han gør Bjergene faste ved sin Kraft, han er omgjordet med Vælde;
8 And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid of thy wondrous signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening thou causest to rejoice.
han stiller Havets Brusen, dets Bølgers Brusen derudi og Folkenes Bulder.
9 Thou hast thought of the earth, and waterest her abundantly; thou greatly enrichest her; the brook of God is full of water: thou preparest their corn, when thou hast thus prepared her.
Og de, som bo ved det yderste, frygte for dine Tegn; du fylder Morgenens og Aftenens Frembrud med Jubel.
10 Watering her furrows abundantly, smoothing down her ridges, thou softenest her with showers; thou blessest her growth.
Du har besøgt Jorden og givet den Overflod, du gør den meget rig; Guds Bæk er fuld af Vand, du bereder dem Korn, thi dertil gør du Jorden skikket.
11 Thou hast crowned the year of thy goodness; and thy tracks drop fatness:
Du vander dens Furer, du nedtrykker det pløjede; du gør den blød med Regn, du velsigner dens Grøde.
12 The pastures of the wilderness are dropping [with plenty]: and the hills are girt with gladness.
Du kroner Aaret med dit Gode, og dine Fodspor dryppe med Fedme.
13 The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are enveloped with corn: men shout for joy, [yea, ] they also sing.
Græsgangene i Ørken dryppe, og Højene ere omgjordede med Fryd. Engene ere klædte med Faarehjorde, og Dalene ere skjulte med Korn; de juble, ja de synge.
