Psalms 125

1 `The song of greces. Thei that tristen in the Lord ben as the hil of Syon; he schal not be moued with outen ende,

Sang til Festrejserne. De, der stoler Paa HERREN, er som Zions Bjerg, der aldrig i Evighed rokkes.

2 that dwellith in Jerusalem. Hillis ben in the cumpas of it, and the Lord is in the cumpas of his puple; fro this tyme now and in to the world.

Jerusalem ligger hegnet af Bjerge; og HERREN hegner sit Folk fra nu og til evig Tid:

3 For the Lord schal not leeue the yerde of synneris on the part of iust men; that iust men holde not forth her hondis to wickidnesse.

Han lader ej Gudløsheds Herskerstav tynge retfærdiges Lod, at retfærdige ikke skal udrække Haanden til Uret.

4 Lord, do thou wel; to good men, and of riytful herte.

HERRE, vær god mod de gode, de oprigtige af Hjertet;

5 But the Lord schal lede them that bowen in to obligaciouns, with hem that worchen wickidnesse; pees be on Israel.

men dem, der slaar ind paa Krogveje, dem bortdrive HERREN tillige med Udaadsmænd. Fred over Israel!