Psalm 92
A psalm. A song for the Sabbath day.
1Lord, it is good to praise you.
Most High God, it is good to make music to honor you.
2It is good to sing every morning about your love.
It is good to sing every night about how faithful you are.
3I sing about it to the music of the lyre that has ten strings.
I sing about it to the music of the harp.
4Lord, you make me glad by your deeds.
I sing for joy about what you have done.
5Lord, how great are the things you do!
How wise your thoughts are!
6Here is something that people without sense don’t know.
Here is what foolish people don’t understand.
7Those who are evil spring up like grass.
Those who do wrong succeed.
But they will be destroyed forever.
8But Lord, you are honored forever.
9Lord, your enemies will certainly die.
All those who do evil will be scattered.
10You have made me as strong as a wild ox.
You have poured the finest olive oil on me.
11I’ve seen my evil enemies destroyed.
I’ve heard that they have lost the battle.
12Those who do what is right will grow like a palm tree.
They will grow strong like a cedar tree in Lebanon.
13Their roots will be firm in the house of the Lord.
They will grow strong and healthy in the courtyards of our God.
14When they get old, they will still bear fruit.
Like young trees they will stay fresh and strong.
15They will say to everyone, “The Lord is honest.
He is my Rock, and there is no evil in him.”
Lovsang i Guds hus
1En sang til sabbatten.
2Det er godt at takke dig, Herre,
at lovsynge den almægtige Gud,
3at mindes din nåde hver morgen,
at takke dig for din trofasthed hver aften,
4at prise dig til harpeklang,
til toner fra lut og lyre.
5Jeg fryder mig over dine undere,
glæder mig over dine gerninger.
6Du gør utrolige ting, Herre,
dine tanker er ufattelige.
7Der er noget, som tåber ikke kan begribe,
en sandhed, de uvidende ikke kan forstå:
8Selv om de gudløse ser ud til at klare sig godt,
bliver de til sidst udslettet for evigt.
9Men du, Herre, har magten i al evighed,
10du nedkæmper alle dine fjender.
De gudløse vil gå til grunde,
de onde vil blive gjort til intet.
11Du har givet mig styrke som vildoksen,
din støtte giver mig glæde og fremgang.
12Jeg har set mine fjender falde,
hørt om mine angriberes nederlag.
13De retskafne trives som mægtige palmer,
vokser sig store som Libanons cedre.
14De er plantet i Herrens Hus,
dér trives de under hans pleje.
15Selv i alderdommen bærer de frugt,
de bevarer deres friskhed og livskraft.
16De vidner om Herrens beskyttelse,
han er helt igennem god og retfærdig.
