Psalms 92
1 A Melody, a Song, For the Sabbath-day. It is good to give thanks to Yahweh, And to sing praises unto thy Name, O Most High;
En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.
2 To declare, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, And thy faithfulness at night;
Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,
3 Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon a harp, With resounding music on the lyre.
ved Gry forkynde din Naade, om Natten din Trofasthed
4 For thou hast made me glad, O Yahweh, in thy doing, In the works of thy hands, will I shout for joy.
til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg paa Citer!
5 How great have grown thy works, Yahweh, [How] very deep are laid thy plans!
Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
6 A man that is brutish, cannot know, And, a dullard, cannot discern this: —
Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker saare dybe!
7 When the lawless do thrive like grass, And all the workers of iniquity have blossomed, It is that they may be destroyed for ever.
Taaben fatter det ikke, Daaren skønner ej sligt.
8 But, thou, shalt be on high age-abidingly, O Yahweh.
Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udaadsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
9 For lo! thine enemies, Yahweh, For lo! thine enemies, shall perish, They shall be scattered—all the workers of iniquity;
men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
10 But thou wilt exalt, as [those of] the buffalo, my horn, I have been anointed, with fresh oil.
Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender gaar under, alle Udaadsmænd spredes!
11 So hath mine eye descried them who were lying in wait for me, —Of my wicked assailants, mine ears, shall hear.
Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
12 The righteous, like the palm-tree, shall thrive, Like the cedar in Lebanon, shall he grow;
det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
13 They who are planted in the house of Yahweh, In the courts of our God, shall flourish;
De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
14 Still shall they bear fruit in old age, Vigorous and fresh, shall they be:
plantet i HERRENS Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgaarde;
15 To declare that upright is Yahweh, My Rock, and no perversity in him.
selv graanende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.
