Psalms 65
1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm and Song of David. Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Zion: and to thee shall the vow be performed.
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David. En Sang.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, to thee shall all flesh come.
Lovsang tilkommer dig paa Zion, o Gud, dig indfrier man Løfter, du, som hører Bønner;
3 Iniquities prevail against me: as for our transgressions, thou shalt purge them away.
alt Kød kommer til dig, naar Brøden tynger.
4 Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and causest to approach to thee, that he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, even of thy holy temple.
Vore Overtrædelser blev os for svare, du tilgiver dem.
5 By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation; who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off upon the sea:
Salig den, du udvælger, lader bo i dine Forgaarde! Vi mættes af dit Huses Rigdom, dit Tempels Hellighed.
6 Who by his strength setteth fast the mountains; being girded with power:
Du svarer os underfuldt i Retfærd, vor Frelses Gud, du Tilflugt for den vide Jord, for fjerne Strande,
7 Who stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.
du, som grundfæster Bjerge med Vælde, omgjordet med Kraft,
8 They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy signs: thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
du, som dæmper Havenes Brusen, deres Bølgers Brusen og Folkefærds Larm,
9 Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: thou preparest them grain, when thou hast so provided for it.
saa Folk ved Verdens Ende gruer for dine Tegn; hvor Morgen og Aften oprinder, bringer du Jubel.
10 Thou waterest the ridges of it abundantly: thou settlest its furrows: thou makest it soft with showers: thou blessest its growth.
Du saa til Landet, vanded det, gjorde det saare rigt, Guds Bæk er fuld af Vand, du bereder dets Korn,
11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.
du vander dets Furer, jævner knoldene, bløder det med Regn, velsigner dets Sæd.
12 They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.
Med din Herlighed kroner du Aaret, dine Vognspor flyder af Fedme;
13 The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with grain; they shout for joy, they also sing.
de øde Græsgange flyder, med Jubel omgjordes Højene; Engene klædes med Faar, Dalene hylles i Korn, i Jubel bryder de ud og synger!
