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Psalm 92

Psalm 92

A psalm. A song for the Sabbath day.

Lord, it is good to praise you.
    Most High God, it is good to make music to honor you.
It is good to sing every morning about your love.
    It is good to sing every night about how faithful you are.
I sing about it to the music of the lyre that has ten strings.
    I sing about it to the music of the harp.

Lord, you make me glad by your deeds.
    I sing for joy about what you have done.
Lord, how great are the things you do!
    How wise your thoughts are!
Here is something that people without sense don’t know.
    Here is what foolish people don’t understand.
Those who are evil spring up like grass.
    Those who do wrong succeed.
    But they will be destroyed forever.

But Lord, you are honored forever.

Lord, your enemies will certainly die.
    All those who do evil will be scattered.
10 You have made me as strong as a wild ox.
    You have poured the finest olive oil on me.
11 I’ve seen my evil enemies destroyed.
    I’ve heard that they have lost the battle.

12 Those who do what is right will grow like a palm tree.
    They will grow strong like a cedar tree in Lebanon.
13 Their roots will be firm in the house of the Lord.
    They will grow strong and healthy in the courtyards of our God.
14 When they get old, they will still bear fruit.
    Like young trees they will stay fresh and strong.
15 They will say to everyone, “The Lord is honest.
    He is my Rock, and there is no evil in him.”

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Salme 92

Lovsang i Guds hus

1En sang til sabbatten.

Det er godt at takke dig, Herre,
    at lovsynge den almægtige Gud,
at mindes din nåde hver morgen,
    at takke dig for din trofasthed hver aften,
at prise dig til harpeklang,
    til toner fra lut og lyre.
Jeg fryder mig over dine undere,
    glæder mig over dine gerninger.
Du gør utrolige ting, Herre,
    dine tanker er ufattelige.
Der er noget, som tåber ikke kan begribe,
    en sandhed, de uvidende ikke kan forstå:
Selv om de gudløse ser ud til at klare sig godt,
    bliver de til sidst udslettet for evigt.
Men du, Herre, har magten i al evighed,
10     du nedkæmper alle dine fjender.
De gudløse vil gå til grunde,
    de onde vil blive gjort til intet.

11 Du har givet mig styrke som vildoksen,
    din støtte giver mig glæde og fremgang.
12 Jeg har set mine fjender falde,
    hørt om mine angriberes nederlag.

13 De retskafne trives som mægtige palmer,
    vokser sig store som Libanons cedre.
14 De er plantet i Herrens Hus,
    dér trives de under hans pleje.
15 Selv i alderdommen bærer de frugt,
    de bevarer deres friskhed og livskraft.
16 De vidner om Herrens beskyttelse,
    han er helt igennem god og retfærdig.