Psalms 19
1 To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. The heavens [are] recounting the honour of God, And the work of His hands The expanse [is] declaring.
(Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) Himlen forkynder Guds Ære, Hvælvingen kundgør hans Hænders værk.
2 Day to day uttereth speech, And night to night sheweth knowledge.
Dag bærer Bud til Dag, Nat lader Nat det vide.
3 There is no speech, and there are no words. Their voice hath not been heard.
Uden Ord og uden Tale, uden at Lyden høres,
4 Into all the earth hath their line gone forth, And to the end of the world their sayings, For the sun He placed a tent in them,
når Himlens Røst over Jorden vide, dens Tale til Jorderigs Ende. På Himlen rejste han Solen et Telt;
5 And he, as a bridegroom, goeth out from his covering, He rejoiceth as a mighty one To run the path.
som en Brudgom går den ud af sit Kammer, er glad som en Helt ved at løbe sin Bane,
6 From the end of the heavens [is] his going out, And his revolution [is] unto their ends, And nothing is hid from his heat.
rinder op ved Himlens ene Rand, og dens Omløb når til den anden. Intet er skjult for dens Glød.
7 The law of Jehovah [is] perfect, refreshing the soul, The testimonies of Jehovah [are] stedfast, Making wise the simple,
HERRENs Lov er fuldkommen, kvæger Sjælen, HERRENs Vidnesbyrd holder, gør enfoldig viis,
8 The precepts of Jehovah [are] upright, Rejoicing the heart, The command of Jehovah [is] pure, enlightening the eyes,
HERRENs Forskrifter er rette, glæder Hjertet, HERRENs Bud er purt, giver Øjet Glans,
9 The fear of Jehovah [is] clean, standing to the age, The judgments of Jehovah [are] true, They have been righteous — together.
HERRENs Frygt er ren, varer evigt, HERRENs Lovbud er Sandhed, rette til Hobe,
10 They are more desirable than gold, Yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey, Even liquid honey of the comb.
kostelige fremfor Guld, ja fint Guld i Mængde, søde fremfor Honning og Kubens Saft.
11 Also — Thy servant is warned by them, 'In keeping them [is] a great reward.'
Din Tjener tager og Vare på dem; at holde dem lønner sig rigt.
12 Errors! who doth understand? From hidden ones declare me innocent,
Hvo mærker selv, at han fejler? Tilgiv mig lønlige Brøst!
13 Also — from presumptuous ones keep back Thy servant, Let them not rule over me, Then am I perfect, And declared innocent of much transgression,
Værn også din Tjener mod frække, ej råde de over mig! Så bliver jeg uden Lyde og fri for svare Synder.
14 Let the sayings of my mouth, And the meditation of my heart, Be for a pleasing thing before Thee, O Jehovah, my rock, and my redeemer!
Lad min Munds Ord være dig til Behag, lad mit Hjertes Tanker nå frem for dit Åsyn, HERRE, min Klippe og min Genløser!
