Psalms 9
1 For the Chief Musician. Set to “The Death of the Son.” A Psalm by David. I will give thanks to Yahweh with my whole heart. I will tell of all your marvelous works.
(Til sangmesteren. Al-mut-labben. En Salme af David.) Jeg vil takke HERREN af hele mit Hjerte, kundgøre alle dine Undere,
2 I will be glad and rejoice in you. I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.
glæde og fryde mig i dig, lovsynge dit Navn, du Højeste,
3 When my enemies turn back, they stumble and perish in your presence.
fordi mine Fjender veg, faldt og forgik for dit Åsyn.
4 For you have maintained my just cause. You sit on the throne judging righteously.
Thi du hævded min Ret og min Sag, du sad på Tronen som Retfærds Dommer.
5 You have rebuked the nations. You have destroyed the wicked. You have blotted out their name forever and ever.
Du trued ad Folkene, rydded de gudløse ud, deres Navn har du slettet for evigt.
6 The enemy is overtaken by endless ruin. The very memory of the cities which you have overthrown has perished.
Fjenden er borte, lagt øde for stedse, du omstyrted Byer, de mindes ej mer.
7 But Yahweh reigns forever. He has prepared his throne for judgment.
Men HERREN troner evindelig, han rejste sin Trone til Dom,
8 He will judge the world in righteousness. He will administer judgment to the peoples in uprightness.
skal dømme Verden med Retfærd, fælde Dom over Folkefærd med Ret.
9 Yahweh will also be a high tower for the oppressed; a high tower in times of trouble.
HERREN blev de fortryktes Tilflugt, en Tilflugt i Trængselstider;
10 Those who know your name will put their trust in you, for you, Yahweh, have not forsaken those who seek you.
og de stoler på dig, de, som kender dit Navn, thi du svigted ej dem, der søgte dig, HERRE.
11 Sing praises to Yahweh, who dwells in Zion, and declare among the people what he has done.
Lovsyng HERREN, der bor på Zion, kundgør blandt Folkene, hvad han har gjort!
12 For he who avenges blood remembers them. He doesn’t forget the cry of the afflicted.
Thi han, der hævner Blodskyld, kom dem i Hu, han glemte ikke de armes Råb:
13 Have mercy on me, Yahweh. See my affliction by those who hate me, and lift me up from the gates of death,
"HERRE, vær nådig, se, hvad jeg lider af Avindsmænd, du, som løfter mig op fra Dødens Porte,
14 that I may show all of your praise. I will rejoice in your salvation in the gates of the daughter of Zion.
at jeg kan kundgøre al din Pris, juble over din Frelse i Zions Datters Porte!"
15 The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made. In the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.
Folkene sank i Graven, de grov, deres Fod blev hildet i Garnet, de satte.
16 Yahweh has made himself known. He has executed judgment. The wicked is snared by the work of his own hands. (Meditation, Selah)
HERREN blev åbenbar, holdt Dom, den gudløse hildedes i sine Hænders Gerning. - Higgajon (Sela)
Til Dødsriget skal de gudløse fare, alle Folk, der ej kommer Gud i Hu. (Sheol h7585)
18 For the needy shall not always be forgotten, nor the hope of the poor perish forever.
Thi den fattige glemmes ikke for evigt, ej skuffes evindelig ydmyges Håb.
19 Arise, Yahweh! Don’t let man prevail. Let the nations be judged in your sight.
Rejs dig, HERRE, lad ikke Mennesker få Magten, lad Folkene dømmes for dit Åsyn;
20 Put them in fear, Yahweh. Let the nations know that they are only men. (Selah)
HERRE, slå dem med Rædsel, lad Folkene kende, at de er Mennesker! (Sela)
