En lovsang til Herren
1Almægtige Gud, du er min Gud.
Jeg vil synge din pris og ære dit navn.
Underfulde ting har du gjort,
udført dine planer fra fortids dage.
2Byer har du lagt i ruiner,
jævnet fæstningsværker med jorden.
Fjendens paladser er sunket i grus
for aldrig mere at genopbygges.
3Mægtige nationer skal lovprise dig,
ondskabens byer skal ryste af skræk,
4for du frelser dem, som stoler på dig,
du hjælper de svage i deres nød.
Du giver dem læ for stormen og skygge for heden,
du værner dem mod den ondskab og vold,
der pisker imod dem som regn mod en mur.
5Som kølende skyer i ørkenens hede
dæmper du voldsmænds voldsomme vrede.
En fest for alverdens folk
6På Zions bjerg vil Herren holde fest for alverdens folkeslag, et gilde med lækre retter og udsøgte vine. 7Til den tid vil han fjerne det tæppe af frygt, som indhyller alle folkeslag, 8for han vil tilintetgøre døden for evigt. Gud Herren vil tørre tårerne bort fra hver kind og fjerne forhånelsen af sit folk overalt på jorden. Det er Herren, der har talt.
9Da skal hele folket udbryde: „Han er vores Gud! Vi satte vores lid til ham, og han frelste os. Han er den Herre, som vi ventede på med længsel. Lad os juble og glæde os, fordi han har frelst os.”
10Herrens velsignelse hviler over Zions bjerg, men moabitterne bliver trampet ned som halm i en mødding. 11De kæmper for at holde sig oven vande, men trods deres dygtighed ydmyger Herren dem for deres stoltheds og indbildskheds skyld. 12Deres tårnhøje mure nedbryder han, så de synker i grus og bliver til støv.
Praise to the Lord
1Lord, you are my God;
I will exalt you and praise your name,
for in perfect faithfulness
you have done wonderful things,
things planned long ago.
2You have made the city a heap of rubble,
the fortified town a ruin,
the foreigners’ stronghold a city no more;
it will never be rebuilt.
3Therefore strong peoples will honor you;
cities of ruthless nations will revere you.
4You have been a refuge for the poor,
a refuge for the needy in their distress,
a shelter from the storm
and a shade from the heat.
For the breath of the ruthless
is like a storm driving against a wall
5and like the heat of the desert.
You silence the uproar of foreigners;
as heat is reduced by the shadow of a cloud,
so the song of the ruthless is stilled.
6On this mountain the Lord Almighty will prepare
a feast of rich food for all peoples,
a banquet of aged wine—
the best of meats and the finest of wines.
7On this mountain he will destroy
the shroud that enfolds all peoples,
the sheet that covers all nations;
8he will swallow up death forever.
The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears
from all faces;
he will remove his people’s disgrace
from all the earth.
The Lord has spoken.
9In that day they will say,
“Surely this is our God;
we trusted in him, and he saved us.
This is the Lord, we trusted in him;
let us rejoice and be glad in his salvation.”
10The hand of the Lord will rest on this mountain;
but Moab will be trampled in their land
as straw is trampled down in the manure.
11They will stretch out their hands in it,
as swimmers stretch out their hands to swim.
God will bring down their pride
despite the cleverness25:11 The meaning of the Hebrew for this word is uncertain. of their hands.
12He will bring down your high fortified walls
and lay them low;
he will bring them down to the ground,
to the very dust.
