Salme 92
1 (En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.) Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit navn, du højeste,
“A psalm or song for the sabbath day.” It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High:
2 ved Gry forkynde din Nåde, om Natten din Trofasthed
To tell in the morning of thy kindness, and of thy faithfulness in the nights.
3 til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg på Citer!
Upon a ten-stringed instrument, and upon the psaltery; and with the sweet sound of the harp.
4 Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
For thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Lord, through thy doing: because of the works of thy hands will I triumph.
5 Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker såre dybe!
How great are thy works, O Lord! exceedingly profound are thy thoughts.
6 Tåben fatter det ikke, Dåren skønner ej sligt.
A brutish man knoweth it not, and a fool cannot understand this.
7 Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udådsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
When the wicked spring up like herbs, and when all the workers of wickedness do flourish; it is that they may be destroyed evermore.
8 men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
But thou art exalted to eternity, O Lord!
9 Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender går under, alle Udådsmænd spredes!
For, lo, thy enemies, O Lord, for, lo, thy enemies shall perish: all the workers of wickedness shall be scattered.
10 Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
But thou exaltest my horn like that of a reem: I am anointed with fresh oil.
11 det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
And my eye looketh on [the punishment of] those that regard me with envy: of the evildoers that rise up against me my ears shall bear it.
12 De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
The righteous shall spring up like the palm-tree: like a cedar in Lebanon shall he grow high.
13 plantet i HERRENs Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgårde;
Planted in the house of the Lord, in the courts of our God shall they spring up.
14 selv grånende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft
They shall still flourish in high old age; they shall be vigorous and covered with foliage;
15 for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.
To declare that the Lord is upright: he is my rock, and there is no faultiness in him.
