Psalms 92
1 A Psalm, a 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:
(En Salme. En Sang for Sabbatsdagen.) Det er godt at takke HERREN, lovsynge dit navn, du højeste,
2 To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night,
ved Gry forkynde din Nåde, om Natten din Trofasthed
3 With an instrument of ten strings, and with the psaltery; with a solemn sound upon the harp.
til tistrenget Lyre, til Harpe, til Strengeleg på Citer!
4 For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
Thi ved dit Værk har du glædet mig, HERRE, jeg jubler over dine Hænders Gerning.
5 How great are thy works, O LORD! thy thoughts are very deep.
Hvor store er dine Gerninger, HERRE, dine Tanker såre dybe!
6 A brutish man knoweth not; neither doth a fool understand this:
Tåben fatter det ikke, Dåren skønner ej sligt.
7 When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they shall be destroyed for ever:
Spirer de gudløse end som Græsset, blomstrer end alle Udådsmænd, er det kun for at lægges øde for stedse,
8 But thou, O LORD, art on high for evermore.
men du er ophøjet for evigt, HERRE.
9 For, lo, thine enemies, O LORD, for, lo, thine enemies shall perish; all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered.
Thi se, dine Fjender, HERRE, se, dine Fjender går under, alle Udådsmænd spredes!
10 But my horn hast thou exalted like [the horn of] the wild-ox: I am anointed with fresh oil.
Du har løftet mit Horn som Vildoksens, kvæget mig med den friskeste Olie;
11 Mine eye also hath seen [my desire] on mine enemies, mine ears have heard [my desire] of the evil-doers that rise up against me.
det fryder mit Øje at se mine Fjender, mit Øre at høre mine Avindsmænd.
12 The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
De retfærdige grønnes som Palmen, vokser som Libanons Ceder;
13 They that are planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God.
plantet i HERRENs Hus grønnes de i vor Guds Forgårde;
14 They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and green:
selv grånende bærer de Frugt, er friske og fulde af Saft
15 To shew that the LORD is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
for at vidne, at HERREN er retvis, min Klippe, hos hvem ingen Uret findes.
