Psalms 19
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. The heavens, are telling the glory of GOD, And, the work of his hands, the expanse is declaring;
(Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) Himlen forkynder Guds Ære, Hvælvingen kundgør hans Hænders værk.
2 Day, unto day, doth pour forth speech, and, night, unto night, doth breathe out knowledge.
Dag bærer Bud til Dag, Nat lader Nat det vide.
3 There is no speech, and there are no words, —Unheard is their voice!
Uden Ord og uden Tale, uden at Lyden høres,
4 [Yet] through all the earth, hath gone forth their voice, —and, to the end of the world, their sayings, —For the sun, hath he set up a tent therein;
når Himlens Røst over Jorden vide, dens Tale til Jorderigs Ende. På Himlen rejste han Solen et Telt;
5 And, he, is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, he rejoiceth as a hero to run a race:
som en Brudgom går den ud af sit Kammer, er glad som en Helt ved at løbe sin Bane,
6 From one end of the heavens, is his going forth, and, his circuit, to the other end thereof—and, nothing, is hid from his glowing heat.
rinder op ved Himlens ene Rand, og dens Omløb når til den anden. Intet er skjult for dens Glød.
7 The, law of Yahweh, is complete, Bringing back the soul, The, testimony of Yahweh, is confirmed, Making wise the simple;
HERRENs Lov er fuldkommen, kvæger Sjælen, HERRENs Vidnesbyrd holder, gør enfoldig viis,
8 The precepts of Yahweh, are right, Rejoicing the heart, The, commandment of Yahweh, is pure, Enlightening the eyes;
HERRENs Forskrifter er rette, glæder Hjertet, HERRENs Bud er purt, giver Øjet Glans,
9 The, reverence of Yahweh, is clean, Enduring evermore, —The, decisions of Yahweh, are faithful, They are righteous, altogether:
HERRENs Frygt er ren, varer evigt, HERRENs Lovbud er Sandhed, rette til Hobe,
10 More desirable, than gold, yea than much fine gold, Sweeter, also than honey, or than droppings from the comb.
kostelige fremfor Guld, ja fint Guld i Mængde, søde fremfor Honning og Kubens Saft.
11 Even thine own servant, taketh warning by them, In the keeping of them, great is the reward.
Din Tjener tager og Vare på dem; at holde dem lønner sig rigt.
12 Mistakes, who perceiveth? From things that are hidden, acquit me:
Hvo mærker selv, at han fejler? Tilgiv mig lønlige Brøst!
13 Even from the presumptuous, keep back thy servant, May they not have dominion over me, Then, shall I be blameless, and shall be acquitted from great transgression:
Værn også din Tjener mod frække, ej råde de over mig! Så bliver jeg uden Lyde og fri for svare Synder.
14 The words of my mouth, and the soft utterance of my heart, shall come with acceptance, before thee, O Yahweh, my Rock and my Redeemer!
Lad min Munds Ord være dig til Behag, lad mit Hjertes Tanker nå frem for dit Åsyn, HERRE, min Klippe og min Genløser!
