Psalms 19
1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. The heavens [are] recounting the glory of God, And the expanse [is] declaring the work of His hands.
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
2 Day to day utters speech, And night to night shows knowledge.
Himlen forkynder Guds Ære, Hvælvingen kundgør hans Hænders værk.
3 There is no speech, and there are no words. Their voice has not been heard.
Dag bærer Bud til Dag, Nat lader Nat det vide.
4 Their line has gone forth into all the earth, And their sayings to the end of the world, In them He placed a tent for the sun,
Uden Ord og uden Tale, uden at Lyden høres,
5 And he, as a bridegroom, goes out from his covering, He rejoices as a mighty one To run the path.
naar Himlens Røst over Jorden vide, dens Tale til Jorderigs Ende. Paa Himlen rejste han Solen et Telt;
6 From the end of the heavens [is] his going out, And his revolution [is] to their ends, And nothing is hid from his heat.
som en Brudgom gaar den ud af sit Kammer, er glad som en Helt ved at løbe sin Bane,
7 The law of YHWH [is] perfect, refreshing the soul, The testimonies of YHWH [are] steadfast, Making the simple wise,
rinder op ved Himlens ene Rand, og dens Omløb naar til den anden. Intet er skjult for dens Glød.
8 The precepts of YHWH [are] upright, Rejoicing the heart, The command of YHWH [is] pure, enlightening the eyes,
HERRENS Lov er fuldkommen, kvæger Sjælen, HERRENS Vidnesbyrd holder, gør enfoldig viis,
9 The fear of YHWH [is] clean, standing for all time, The judgments of YHWH [are] true, They have been righteous—together.
HERRENS Forskrifter er rette, glæder Hjertet, HERRENS Bud er purt, giver Øjet Glans,
10 They are more desirable than gold, Indeed, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey, Even liquid honey of the comb.
HERRENS Frygt er ren, varer evigt, HERRENS Lovbud er Sandhed, rette til Hobe,
11 Also—Your servant is warned by them, “In keeping them [is] a great reward.”
kostelige fremfor Guld, ja fint Guld i Mængde, søde fremfor Honning og Kubens Saft.
12 [His] errors—who understands? Declare me innocent from hidden ones,
Din Tjener tager og Vare paa dem; at holde dem lønner sig rigt.
13 Also—keep back Your servant from presumptuous ones, Do not let them rule over me, Then I am perfect, And declared innocent of much transgression.
Hvo mærker selv, at han fejler? Tilgiv mig lønlige Brøst!
14 Let the sayings of my mouth, And the meditation of my heart, Be for a pleasing thing before You, O YHWH, my rock, and my redeemer!
Værn ogsaa din Tjener mod frække, ej raade de over mig! Saa bliver jeg uden Lyde og fri for svare Synder. Lad min Munds Ord være dig til Behag, lad mit Hjertes Tanker naa frem for dit Aasyn, HERRE, min Klippe og min Genløser!
