< Psalms 36 >

1 To the Chief Musician. Of the Servant of Yahweh—of David. Declareth the transgression of the lawless one, within my heart, There is, no dread of God, before his eyes;
Til Sangmesteren. Af HERRENS Tjener David.
2 For he flattereth himself [too much] in his own eyes, to find his iniquity—to hate [it].
Synden taler til den gudløse inde i hans Hjerte; Gudsfrygt har han ikke for Øje;
3 The words of his mouth, are iniquity and deceit, he hath left off to show discretion by doing well:
thi den smigrer ham frækt og siger, at ingen skal finde hans Brøde og hade ham.
4 Iniquity, deviseth he upon his bed, —he taketh his stand in a way, not good, Wrong, doth he not abhor!
Hans Munds Ord er Uret og Svig, han har ophørt at handle klogt og godt;
5 O Yahweh! in the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, Thy faithfulness, as far as the fleecy clouds:
paa sit Leje udtænker han Uret, han træder en Vej, som ikke er god; det onde afskyr han ikke.
6 Thy righteousness, is like mighty mountains, and, thy just decrees, are a great resounding deep, —Man and beast, thou savest, O Yahweh!
HERRE, din Miskundhed rækker til Himlen, din Trofasthed naar til Skyerne,
7 How precious thy lovingkindness, O God, —Therefore, the sons of men, under the shadow of thy wings, seek refuge:
din Retfærd er som Guds Bjerge, dine Domme som det store Dyb; HERRE, du frelser Folk og Fæ,
8 They abundantly relish the fatness of thy house, —And out of the full stream of thine own pleasures, thou givest them to drink.
hvor dyrebar er dog din Miskundhed, Gud! Og Menneskebørnene skjuler sig i dine Vingers Skygge;
9 For, with thee, is the fountain of life, In thy light, we see light.
de kvæges ved dit Huses Fedme, du læsker dem af din Lifligheds Strøm;
10 Prolong thy lovingkindness unto them who know thee, —and thy righteousness, to the upright in heart.
thi hos dig er Livets Kilde, i dit Lys skuer vi Lys!
11 Let not the foot of pride reach me, nor, the hand of the lawless, scare me away.
Lad din Miskundhed blive over dem, der kender dig, din Retfærd over de oprigtige af Hjertet.
12 There did the workers of iniquity fall, —thrust down and not able to rise!
Lad Hovmods Fod ej træde mig ned, gudløses Haand ej jage mig bort. Se, Udaadsmændene falder, slaas ned, saa de ikke kan rejse sig.

< Psalms 36 >