Salme 104
1 Min sjæl, lov Herren! Herren min Gud, du er såre stor! Du er klædt i Højhed og Herlighed,
My soule, prayse thou the Lord: O Lord my God, thou art exceeding great, thou art clothed with glorie and honour.
2 hyllet i Lys som en Kappe! Himlen spænder du ud som et Telt;
Which couereth himselfe with light as with a garment, and spreadeth the heauens like a curtaine.
3 du hvælver din Højsal i Vandene, gør Skyerne til din Vogn, farer frem på Vindens Vinger;
Which layeth the beames of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the cloudes his chariot, and walketh vpon the wings of the winde.
4 Vindene gør du til Sendebud, Ildsluer til dine Tjenere!
Which maketh his spirits his messengers, and a flaming fire his ministers.
5 Du fæsted Jorden på dens Grundvolde, aldrig i Evighed rokkes den;
He set the earth vpon her foundations, so that it shall neuer moue.
6 Verdensdybet hylled den til som en Klædning, Vandene stod over Bjerge.
Thou coueredst it with the deepe as with a garment: the waters woulde stand aboue the mountaines.
7 For din Trusel flyede de, skræmtes bort ved din Tordenrøst,
But at thy rebuke they flee: at the voyce of thy thunder they haste away.
8 for op ad Bjerge og ned i Dale til det Sted, du havde beredt dem;
And the mountaines ascend, and the valleis descend to the place which thou hast established for them.
9 du satte en Grænse, de ej kommer over, så de ikke igen skal tilhylle Jorden.
But thou hast set them a bounde, which they shall not passe: they shall not returne to couer the earth.
10 Kilder lod du rinde i Dale, hen mellem Bjerge flød de;
He sendeth the springs into the valleis, which runne betweene the mountaines.
11 de læsker al Markens Vildt, Vildæsler slukker deres Tørst;
They shall giue drinke to all the beasts of the fielde, and the wilde asses shall quench their thirst.
12 over dem bygger Himlens Fugle, mellem Grenene lyder deres Kvidder.
By these springs shall the foules of the heauen dwell, and sing among the branches.
13 Fra din Højsal vander du Bjergene, Jorden mættes fra dine Skyer;
He watereth the mountaines from his chambers, and the earth is filled with the fruite of thy workes.
14 du lader Græs gro frem til Kvæget og Urter til Menneskets Tjeneste, så du frembringer Brød af Jorden
He causeth grasse to growe for the cattell, and herbe for the vse of man, that he may bring forth bread out of the earth,
15 og Vin, der glæder Menneskets Hjerte, og lader Ansigtet glinse af Olie, og Brødet skal styrke Menneskets Hjerte.
And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oyle to make the face to shine, and bread that strengtheneth mans heart.
16 HERRENs Træer bliver mætte, Libanons Cedre, som han har plantet,
The high trees are satisfied, euen the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted,
17 hvor Fuglene bygger sig Rede; i Cypresser har Storken sin Bolig.
That ye birdes may make their nestes there: the storke dwelleth in the firre trees.
18 Højfjeldet er for Stenbukken, Klipperne Grævlingens Tilflugt.
The high mountaines are for the goates: the rockes are a refuge for the conies.
19 Du skabte Månen for Festernes Skyld, Solen kender sin Nedgangs Tid;
He appoynted the moone for certaine seasons: the sunne knoweth his going downe.
20 du sender Mørke, Natten kommer, da rører sig alle Skovens Dyr;
Thou makest darkenesse, and it is night, wherein all the beastes of the forest creepe forth.
21 de unge Løver brøler efter Rov, de kræver deres Føde af Gud.
The lions roare after their praye, and seeke their meate at God.
22 De sniger sig bort, når Sol står op, og lægger sig i deres Huler;
When the sunne riseth, they retire, and couche in their dennes.
23 Mennesket går til sit Dagværk, ud til sin Gerning, til Kvæld falder på.
Then goeth man forth to his worke, and to his labour vntill the euening.
24 Hvor mange er dine Gerninger, HERRE, du gjorde dem alle med Visdom; Jorden er fuld af, hvad du har skabt!
O Lord, howe manifolde are thy workes! in wisdome hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches.
25 Der er Havet, stort og vidt, der vrimler det uden Tal af Dyr, både små og store;
So is this sea great and wide: for therein are things creeping innumerable, both small beastes and great.
26 Skibene farer der, Livjatan, som du danned til Leg deri.
There goe the shippes, yea, that Liuiathan, whom thou hast made to play therein.
27 De bier alle på dig, at du skal give dem Føde i Tide;
All these waite vpon thee, that thou maiest giue them foode in due season.
28 du giver dem den, og de sanker, du åbner din Hånd, og de mættes med godt.
Thou giuest it to them, and they gather it: thou openest thine hand, and they are filled with good things.
29 Du skjuler dit Åsyn, og de forfærdes; du tager deres Ånd, og de dør og vender tilbage til Støvet;
But if thou hide thy face, they are troubled: if thou take away their breath, they dye and returne to their dust.
30 du sender din Ånd, og de skabes, Jordens Åsyn fornyer du.
Againe if thou send forth thy spirit, they are created, and thou renuest the face of the earth.
31 HERRENs Herlighed vare evindelig, HERREN glæde sig ved sine Værker!
Glory be to the Lord for euer: let the Lord reioyce in his workes.
32 Et Blik fra ham, og Jorden skælver, et Stød fra ham, og Bjergene ryger
He looketh on the earth and it trembleth: he toucheth the mountaines, and they smoke.
33 Jeg vil synge for HERREN, så længe jeg lever, lovsynge min Gud, den Tid jeg er til.
I will sing vnto the Lord all my life: I will prayse my God, while I liue.
34 Min Sang være ham til Behag, jeg har min Glæde i HERREN.
Let my wordes be acceptable vnto him: I will reioyce in the Lord.
35 Måtte Syndere svinde fra Jorden og gudløse ikke mer være til! Min Sjæl, lov HERREN! Halleluja!
Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and the wicked till there be no more: O my soule, prayse thou the Lord. Prayse ye the Lord.
