Salme 19
1 (Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) Himlen forkynder Guds Ære, Hvælvingen kundgør hans Hænders værk.
To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. The heauens declare the glory of God, and the firmament sheweth ye worke of his hands.
2 Dag bærer Bud til Dag, Nat lader Nat det vide.
Day vnto day vttereth the same, and night vnto night teacheth knowledge.
3 Uden Ord og uden Tale, uden at Lyden høres,
There is no speach nor language, where their voyce is not heard.
4 når Himlens Røst over Jorden vide, dens Tale til Jorderigs Ende. På Himlen rejste han Solen et Telt;
Their line is gone forth through all the earth, and their words into the endes of the world: in them hath he set a tabernacle for the sunne.
5 som en Brudgom går den ud af sit Kammer, er glad som en Helt ved at løbe sin Bane,
Which commeth forth as a bridegrome out of his chamber, and reioyceth like a mightie man to runne his race.
6 rinder op ved Himlens ene Rand, og dens Omløb når til den anden. Intet er skjult for dens Glød.
His going out is from the ende of the heauen, and his compasse is vnto the endes of ye same, and none is hid from the heate thereof.
7 HERRENs Lov er fuldkommen, kvæger Sjælen, HERRENs Vidnesbyrd holder, gør enfoldig viis,
The Lawe of the Lord is perfite, conuerting the soule: the testimonie of the Lord is sure, and giueth wisedome vnto the simple.
8 HERRENs Forskrifter er rette, glæder Hjertet, HERRENs Bud er purt, giver Øjet Glans,
The statutes of the Lord are right and reioyce the heart: the commandement of the Lord is pure, and giueth light vnto the eyes.
9 HERRENs Frygt er ren, varer evigt, HERRENs Lovbud er Sandhed, rette til Hobe,
The feare of the Lord is cleane, and indureth for euer: the iudgements of the Lord are trueth: they are righteous altogether,
10 kostelige fremfor Guld, ja fint Guld i Mængde, søde fremfor Honning og Kubens Saft.
And more to be desired then golde, yea, then much fine golde: sweeter also then honie and the honie combe.
11 Din Tjener tager og Vare på dem; at holde dem lønner sig rigt.
Moreouer by them is thy seruant made circumspect, and in keeping of them there is great reward.
12 Hvo mærker selv, at han fejler? Tilgiv mig lønlige Brøst!
Who can vnderstand his faultes? clense me from secret fautes.
13 Værn også din Tjener mod frække, ej råde de over mig! Så bliver jeg uden Lyde og fri for svare Synder.
Keepe thy seruant also from presumptuous sinnes: let them not reigne ouer me: so shall I be vpright, and made cleane from much wickednes.
14 Lad min Munds Ord være dig til Behag, lad mit Hjertes Tanker nå frem for dit Åsyn, HERRE, min Klippe og min Genløser!
Let the wordes of my mouth, and the meditation of mine heart be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and my redeemer.
