Psalms 85
1 To the Overseer. — By sons of Korah. A Psalm. Thou hast accepted, O Jehovah, Thy land, Thou hast turned [to] the captivity of Jacob.
Til Sangmesteren. Af Koras Sønner. En Salme.
2 Thou hast borne away the iniquity of Thy people, Thou hast covered all their sin. (Selah)
Du var naadig, HERRE, imod dit Land, du vendte Jakobs Skæbne,
3 Thou hast gathered up all Thy wrath, Thou hast turned back from the fierceness of Thine anger.
tog Skylden bort fra dit Folk og skjulte al deres Synd. (Sela)
4 Turn back [to] us, O God of our salvation, And make void Thine anger with us.
Du lod al din Vrede fare, tvang din glødende Harme.
5 To the age art Thou angry against us? Dost Thou draw out Thine anger To generation and generation?
Vend tilbage, vor Frelses Gud, hør op med din Uvilje mod os!
6 Dost Thou not turn back? Thou revivest us, And Thy people do rejoice in Thee.
Vil du vredes paa os for evigt, holde fast ved din Harme fra Slægt til Slægt?
7 Show us, O Jehovah, thy kindness, And Thy salvation Thou dost give to us.
Vil du ikke skænke os Liv Paa ny, saa dit Folk kan glæde sig i dig!
8 I hear what God Jehovah speaketh, For He speaketh peace unto His people, And unto His saints, and they turn not back to folly.
Lad os skue din Miskundhed, HERRE, din Frelse give du os!
9 Only, near to those fearing Him [is] His salvation, That honour may dwell in our land.
Jeg vil høre, hvad Gud HERREN taler! Visselig taler han Fred til sit Folk og til sine fromme og til dem, der vender deres Hjerte til ham;
10 Kindness and truth have met, Righteousness and peace have kissed,
ja, nær er hans Frelse for dem, som frygter ham, snart skal Herlighed bo i vort Land;
11 Truth from the earth springeth up, And righteousness from heaven looketh out,
Miskundhed og Sandhed mødes, Retfærd og Fred skal kysse hinanden;
12 Jehovah also giveth that which is good, And our land doth give its increase.
af Jorden spirer Sandhed frem, fra Himlen skuer Retfærd ned.
13 Righteousness before Him goeth, And maketh His footsteps for a way!
Derhos giver HERREN Lykke, sin Afgrøde giver vort Land; Retfærd vandrer foran ham og følger ogsaa hans Fjed.
