Salme 132
1 (Sang til Festrejserne.) HERRE, kom David i Hu for al hans møje,
A song of ascents. Remember, O Lord, David all his sufferings,
2 hvorledes han tilsvor HERREN, gav Jakobs Vældige et Løfte:
the oath that he swore to the Lord, and his vow to the Strong One of Jacob,
3 "Jeg træder ej ind i mit Huses Telt, jeg stiger ej op på mit Leje,
never to enter his tent, never to lie on his bed,
4 under ikke mine Øjne Søvn, ikke mine Øjenlåg Hvile,
never to give his eyes sleep or his eyelids slumber,
5 før jeg har fundet HERREN et Sted, Jakobs Vældige en Bolig!"
till he had found a place for the Lord, for the Strong One of Jacob to live in.
6 "Se, i Efrata hørte vi om den, fandt den på Ja'ars Mark;
We heard of it in Ephrathah, in the fields of Jaar we found it.
7 lad os gå hen til hans Bolig, tilbede ved hans Fødders Skammel!"
We went to the place where he dwelt, we bowed ourselves low at his footstool.
8 HERRE, bryd op til dit Hvilested, du og din Vældes Ark!
‘Arise, Lord, and enter your resting-place, you and your mighty ark.
9 Dine Præster være klædte i Retfærd, dine fromme synge med Fryd!
Let your priests wear a garment of righteousness, your faithful shout aloud for joy.
10 For din Tjener Davids Skyld afvise du ikke din Salvede!"
For the sake of David your servant, do not reject your Anointed.’
11 HERREN tilsvor David et troværdigt, usvigeligt Løfte: "Af din Livsens Frugt vil jeg sætte Konger på din Trone.
The Lord swore an oath to David an oath that he will not break; ‘I will set on your throne a prince of your line.
12 Såfremt dine Sønner holder min Pagt og mit Vidnesbyrd, som jeg lærer dem, skal også deres Sønner sidde evindelig på din Trone!
If your sons keep my covenant and the statutes I teach them, then their sons, too, forever, will sit on your throne.’
13 Thi HERREN har udvalgt Zion, ønsket sig det til Bolig:
For the choice of the Lord is Zion; she is the home of his heart.
14 Her er for evigt mit Hvilested, her vil jeg bo, thi det har jeg ønsket.
‘This is forever my resting-place, this is the home of my heart.
15 Dets Føde velsigner jeg, dets fattige mætter jeg med Brød,
I will royally bless her provision, and give bread to her poor in abundance.
16 dets Præster klæder jeg i Frelse, dets fromme skal synge med Fryd.
Her priests I will clothe with salvation; her faithful will shout for joy.
17 Der lader jeg Horn vokse frem for David, sikrer min Salvede Lampe.
There will I raise up for David a dynasty of power. I have set my anointed a lamp that shall never go out.
18 Jeg klæder hans Fjender i Skam, men på ham skal Kronen stråle!"
Robes of shame I will put on his foes, but on his head a glittering crown.’
