Psalms 84
1 [For the Chief Musician. On an instrument of Gath. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.] How lovely are your dwellings, LORD of hosts.
Til Sangmesteren. Al-haggittit. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.
2 My soul longs, yes, yearns for the courts of the LORD. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Hvor elskelige er dine Boliger, Hærskarers HERRE!
3 Yes, the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young, near your altars, 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 Blessed are those who dwell in your house. They are ever praising you. (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 Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on a pilgrimage.
Salige de, der bor i dit Hus, end skal de love dig. (Sela)
6 Passing through the Valley of Baca, he makes it into a spring. Yes, the autumn rain covers it with blessings.
Salig den, hvis Styrke er i dig, naar hans Hu staar til Højtidsrejser!
7 They go from strength to strength. Everyone of them appears before God in Zion.
Naar de gaar gennem Bakadalen, gør de den til Kildevang, og Tidligregnen hyller den i Velsignelser.
8 LORD, God of hosts, hear my prayer. Listen, God of Jacob. (Selah)
Fra Kraft til Kraft gaar de frem, de stedes for Gud paa Zion.
9 Look, God our shield, look at the face of your anointed.
Hør min Bøn, o HERRE, Hærskarers Gud, Lyt til, du Jakobs Gud! (Sela)
10 For a day in your courts is better than a thousand. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of 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 will give grace and glory. He withholds no good thing from those who walk blamelessly.
Thi bedre een Dag i din Forgaard end tusinde ellers, hellere ligge ved min Guds Hus's Tærskel end dvæle i Gudløsheds Telte.
12 LORD of hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in you.
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!
