Psalms 62
1 To the Chief Musician. On Jeduthun—A Melody of David. Surely, towards God, silence [becometh] my soul, From him, is my salvation:
Til Sangmesteren. Til Jedutun. En Salme af David.
2 Surely, he, is my rock and my salvation, My high tower—I shall not be greatly shaken!
Min Sjæl er Stille for Gud alene, min Frelse kommer fra ham;
3 How long will ye shout at a man? Ye shall be crushed all of you, —Like a wall that bulgeth, —a fence pushed in!
ja, han er min Klippe, min Frelse, mit Værn, jeg skal ikke rokkes meget.
4 Surely, from his elevation, they have taken counsel to thrust him down, They accept falsehood, —With his mouth, they each of them bless, But, inwardly, they revile. (Selah)
Hvor længe stormer I løs paa en Mand, — alle slaar I ham ned — som paa en hældende Væg, en faldende Mur?
5 Surely, towards God, be thou silent, my soul, For, from him, is mine expectation:
Ja, de oplægger Raad om at styrte ham fra hans Højhed. De elsker Løgn, velsigner med Munden, men forbander i deres Indre. (Sela)
6 Surely, he, is my rock, and my salvation, My high tower—I shall not be shaken!
Vær stille hos Gud alene, min Sjæl, thi fra ham kommer mit Haab;
7 Upon God, [depend] my salvation and mine honour, My rock of strength, my refuge, are in God.
ja, han er min Klippe, min Frelse, mit Værn, jeg skal ikke rokkes.
8 Trust ye in him all ye assembly of the people, Pour out, before him, your heart, God, is a refuge for us. (Selah)
Hos Gud er min Hjælp og min Ære, min stærke Klippe, min Tilflugt har jeg i Gud;
9 Surely, vanity, are men of low degree, Deception, men of high degree, —In the balances, they go up, They, are [made] of vanity, altogether.
stol paa ham, al Folkets Forsamling, udøs for ham eders Hjerte, Gud er vor Tilflugt. (Sela)
10 Do not trust in extortion, Nor, with robbery, become vain, As for wealth, when it beareth fruit, Do not set [thereon your] heart.
Kun Tomhed er Mennesker, Mænd en Løgn, paa Vægtskaalen vipper de op, de er Tomhed til Hobe.
11 One thing, hath God spoken, Two things, [there are] which I have heard, That, power, belongeth unto God;
Forlad eder ikke paa Vold, lad jer ikke blænde af Ran; om Rigdommen vokser, agt ikke derpaa!
12 And, thine, O My Lord, is lovingkindness, —For, thou, wilt pay back unto every man—according to his deed.
Een Gang talede Gud, to Gange hørte jeg det: at Magten er Guds, Og Miskundhed er hos dig, o Herre. Thi enhver gengælder du efter hans Gerning.
