시편 31편 Danish
Danish · 덴마크어 · 시편 (Psalms) · 24절 · 대역: King James Version
| 절 | Danish | King James Version |
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| 1 | Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David. | In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in thy righteousness. |
| 2 | HERRE, jeg lider paa dig, lad mig aldrig i Evighed skuffes. Udfri mig i din Retfærd, | Bow down thine ear to me; deliver me speedily: be thou my strong rock, for an house of defence to save me. |
| 3 | du bøje dit Øre til mig; red mig i Hast og vær mig en Tilflugtsklippe, en Klippeborg til min Frelse; | For thou art my rock and my fortress; therefore for thy name’s sake lead me, and guide me. |
| 4 | thi du er min Klippe og Borg. For dit Navns Skyld lede og føre du mig, | Pull me out of the net that they have laid privily for me: for thou art my strength. |
| 5 | fri mig fra Garnet, de satte for mig; thi du er min Tilflugt, | Into thine hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed me, O Lord God of truth. |
| 6 | i din Haand befaler jeg min Aand. Du forløser mig, HERRE, du trofaste Gud, | I have hated them that regard lying vanities: but I trust in the Lord. |
| 7 | du hader dem, der holder paa Løgneguder. Men jeg, jeg stoler paa HERREN, | I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy: for thou hast considered my trouble; thou hast known my soul in adversities; |
| 8 | jeg vil juble og glæde mig over din Miskundhed; thi du har set min Nød, agtet paa min Sjælekvide. | And hast not shut me up into the hand of the enemy: thou hast set my feet in a large room. |
| 9 | Du gav mig ikke i Fjendens Haand, men skaffede Rum for min Fod. | Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly. |
| 10 | Vær mig naadig, HERRE, thi jeg er angst, af Kummer hentæres mit Øje, min Sjæl og mit Indre. | For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed. |
| 11 | Thi mit Liv svinder hen i Sorg, mine Aar i Suk, min Kraft er brudt for min Brødes Skyld, mine Ben hentæres. | I was a reproach among all mine enemies, but especially among my neighbours, and a fear to mine acquaintance: they that did see me without fled from me. |
| 12 | For alle mine Fjenders Skyld er jeg blevet til Spot, mine Naboers Gru, mine Kendinges Rædsel; de, der ser mig paa Gaden, flygter for mig. | I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel. |
| 13 | Som en død er jeg gaaet dem af Minde, jeg er som et ødelagt Kar. | For I have heard the slander of many: fear was on every side: while they took counsel together against me, they devised to take away my life. |
| 14 | Thi mange hører jeg hviske, trindt om er Rædsel, naar de holder Raad imod mig, pønser paa at tage mit Liv. | But I trusted in thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my God. |
| 15 | Men, HERRE, jeg stoler paa dig; jeg siger: Du er min Gud, | My times are in thy hand: deliver me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me. |
| 16 | mine Tider er i din Haand. Red mig fra Fjenders Haand, fra dem, der forfølger mig, | Make thy face to shine upon thy servant: save me for thy mercies’ sake. |
| 17 | lad dit Ansigt lyse over din Tjener, frels mig i din Miskundhed. | Let me not be ashamed, O Lord; for I have called upon thee: let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the grave. |
| 18 | HERRE, lad mig ej blive til Skamme, jeg raaber jo til dig, lad de gudløse blive til Skamme og synke tavse i Døden. | Let the lying lips be put to silence; which speak grievous things proudly and contemptuously against the righteous. |
| 19 | Lad de falske Læber forstumme, som taler frækt om den retfærdige med Hovmod og Foragt. | Oh how great is thy goodness, which thou hast laid up for them that fear thee; which thou hast wrought for them that trust in thee before the sons of men! |
| 20 | Hvor stor er dog din Godhed, som du gemmer til dem, der frygter dig, øver mod dem, der lider paa dig, for Menneskebørnenes Øjne. | Thou shalt hide them in the secret of thy presence from the pride of man: thou shalt keep them secretly in a pavilion from the strife of tongues. |
| 21 | Du skjuler dem i dit Aasyns Skjul for Menneskers Stimmel; du gemmer dem i en Hytte for Tungers Kiv. | Blessed be the Lord: for he hath shewed me his marvellous kindness in a strong city. |
| 22 | Lovet være HERREN, thi underfuld Miskundhed har han vist mig i en befæstet Stad. | For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee. |
| 23 | Og jeg, som sagde i min Angst: »Jeg er bortstødt fra dine Øjne!« Visselig, du hørte min tryglende Røst, da jeg raabte til dig. | O love the Lord, all ye his saints: for the Lord preserveth the faithful, and plentifully rewardeth the proud doer. |
| 24 | Elsk HERREN, alle hans fromme; de trofaste skærmer HERREN; men den, der handler i Hovmod, gengælder han mangefold. Fat Mod, eders Hjerte være stærkt, alle I, som bier paa HERREN! | Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the Lord. |
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