Salme 92
1 (En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.) Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit navn, du højeste,
A Canticle Psalm. On the day of the Sabbath. It is good to confess to the Lord and to sing psalms to your name, O Most High:
2 ved Gry forkynde din Nåde, om Natten din Trofasthed
to announce your mercy in the morning, and your truth throughout the night,
3 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg på Citer!
upon the ten strings, upon the psaltery, with a canticle, upon stringed instruments.
4 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
For you, O Lord, have delighted me with your doings, and I will exult in the works of your hands.
5 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker såre dybe!
How great are your works, O Lord! Your thoughts have been made exceedingly deep.
6 Tåben fatter det ikke, Dåren skønner ej sligt.
A foolish man will not know these things, and a senseless one will not understand:
7 Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udådsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
when sinners will have risen up like grass, and when all those who work iniquity will have appeared, that they shall pass away, age after age.
8 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
But you, O Lord, are the Most High for all eternity.
9 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender går under, alle Udådsmænd spredes!
For behold your enemies, O Lord, for behold your enemies will perish, and all those who work iniquity will be dispersed.
10 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
And my horn will be exalted like that of the single-horned beast, and my old age will be exalted in fruitful mercy.
11 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
And my eye has looked down upon my enemies, and my ear will hear of the malignant rising up against me.
12 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
The just one will flourish like the palm tree. He will be multiplied like the cedar of Lebanon.
13 plantet i HERRENs Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgårde;
Those planted in the house of the Lord will flourish in the courts of the house of our God.
14 selv grånende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft
They will still be multiplied in a fruitful old age, and they will endure well,
15 for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.
so that they may announce that the Lord our God is righteous and that there is no iniquity in him.
