< Psalms 36 >

1 To the chief Musician, [A Psalm] of David the servant of the LORD. The transgression of the wicked saith within my heart, [that there is] no fear of God before his eyes.
(Til sangmesteren. Af HERRENs tjener David.) Synden taler til den Gudløse inde i hans Hjerte; Gudsfrygt har han ikke for Øje;
2 For he flattereth himself in his own eyes, until his iniquity is found to be hateful.
thi den smigrer ham frækt og siger, at ingen skal finde hans Brøde og hade ham.
3 The words of his mouth [are] iniquity and deceit: he hath ceased to be wise, [and] to do good.
Hans Munds Ord er Uret og Svig, han har ophørt at handle klogt og godt;
4 He deviseth mischief upon his bed; he setteth himself in a way [that is] not good; he abhorreth not evil.
på sit Leje udtænker han Uret, han træder en Vej, som ikke er god; det onde afskyr han ikke.
5 Thy mercy, O LORD, [is] in the heavens; [and] thy faithfulness [reacheth] to the clouds.
HERRE, din Miskundhed rækker til Himlen, din Trofasthed når til Skyerne,
6 Thy righteousness [is] like the great mountains; thy judgments [are] a great deep: O LORD, thou preservest man and beast.
din Retfærd er som Guds Bjerge, dine Domme som det store Dyb; HERRE, du frelser Folk og Fæ,
7 How excellent [is] thy loving-kindness, O God! therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings.
hvor dyrebar er dog din Miskundhed, Gud! Og Menneskebørnene skjuler sig i dine Vingers Skygge;
8 They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures.
de kvæges ved dit Huses Fedme, du læsker dem af din Lifligheds Strøm;
9 For with thee [is] the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light.
thi hos dig er Livets Kilde, i dit Lys skuer vi Lys!
10 O continue thy loving-kindness to them that know thee; and thy righteousness to the upright in heart.
Lad din Miskundhed blive over dem, der kender dig, din Retfærd over de oprigtige af Hjertet.
11 Let not the foot of pride come against me, and let not the hand of the wicked remove me.
Lad Hovmods Fod ej træde mig ned, gudløses Hånd ej jage mig bort.
12 There are the workers of iniquity fallen: they are cast down, and shall not be able to rise.
Se, Udådsmændene falder, slås ned, så de ikke kan rejse sig.

< Psalms 36 >