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.) Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit navn, du højeste,

2 To declare, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, And thy faithfulness at night;

ved Gry forkynde din Nåde, om Natten din Trofasthed

3 Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon a harp, With resounding music on the lyre.

til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg på Citer!

4 For thou hast made me glad, O Yahweh, in thy doing, In the works of thy hands, will I shout for joy.

Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.

5 How great have grown thy works, Yahweh, [How] very deep are laid thy plans!

Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker såre dybe!

6 A man that is brutish, cannot know, And, a dullard, cannot discern this: —

Tåben fatter det ikke, Dåren skønner ej sligt.

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.

Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udådsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,

8 But, thou, shalt be on high age-abidingly, O Yahweh.

men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.

9 For lo! thine enemies, Yahweh, For lo! thine enemies, shall perish, They shall be scattered—all the workers of iniquity;

Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender går under, alle Udådsmænd spredes!

10 But thou wilt exalt, as [those of] the buffalo, my horn, I have been anointed, with fresh oil.

Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;

11 So hath mine eye descried them who were lying in wait for me, —Of my wicked assailants, mine ears, shall hear.

det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.

12 The righteous, like the palm-tree, shall thrive, Like the cedar in Lebanon, shall he grow;

De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;

13 They who are planted in the house of Yahweh, In the courts of our God, shall flourish;

plantet i HERRENs Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgårde;

14 Still shall they bear fruit in old age, Vigorous and fresh, shall they be:

selv grånende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft

15 To declare that upright is Yahweh, My Rock, and no perversity in him.

for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.