¹(Til sangmesteren. Af Koras sønner. En salme.) Hør det, alle Folkeslag, lyt til, al Verdens Folk,

¹To the Overseer. — By sons of Korah. A Psalm. Hear this, all ye peoples, Give ear, all ye inhabitants of the world.

²både høj og lav, både rig og fattig!

²Both low and high, together rich and needy.

³Min Mund skal tale Visdom, mit Hjerte udgransker Indsigt;

³My mouth speaketh wise things, And the meditations of my heart [are] things of understanding.

⁴jeg bøjer mit Øre til Tankesprog, råder min Gåde til Strengeleg.

⁴I incline to a simile mine ear, I open with a harp my riddle:

⁵Hvorfor skulle jeg frygte i de onde dage, når mine lumske Fjender omringer mig med Brøde,

⁵Why do I fear in days of evil? The iniquity of my supplanters doth compass me.

⁶de, som stoler på deres gods og bryster sig af deres store rigdom?

⁶Those trusting on their wealth, And in the multitude of their riches, Do shew themselves foolish.

⁷Visselig, ingen kan købe sin sjæl fri og give Gud en løsesum

⁷A brother doth no one at all ransom, He doth not give to God his atonement.

⁸- Prisen for hans sjæl blev for høj, for evigt måtte han opgive det - så han kunde blive i Live

⁸And precious [is] the redemption of their soul, And it hath ceased — to the age.

⁹og aldrig få Graven at se;

⁹And still he liveth for ever, He seeth not the pit.

¹⁰nej, han skal se den; Vismænd dør, både Dåre og Tåbe går bort. Deres Gods må de afstå til andre,

¹⁰For he seeth wise men die, Together the foolish and brutish perish, And have left to others their wealth.

¹¹deres Grav er deres Hjem for evigt, deres Bolig Slægt efter Slægt, om Godser end fik deres Navn.

¹¹Their heart [is]: Their houses [are] to the age, Their tabernacles to all generations. They proclaimed their names over the lands.

¹²Trods Herlighed bliver Mennesket ikke, han er som Dyrene, der forgår.

¹²And man in honour doth not remain, He hath been like the beasts, they have been cut off.

¹³Så går det dem, der tror sig trygge, så ender det for dem, deres Tale behager. - Sela.

¹³This their way [is] folly for them, And their posterity with their sayings are pleased. Selah.

¹⁴I Dødsriget drives de ned som Får, deres Hyrde skal Døden være; de oprigtige træder på dem ved Gry, deres Skikkelse går Opløsning i Møde, Dødsriget er deres Bolig.

¹⁴As sheep for Sheol they have set themselves, Death doth afflict them, And the upright rule over them in the morning, And their form [is] for consumption. Sheol [is] a dwelling for him.

¹⁵Men Gud udløser min Sjæl af Dødsrigets Hånd, thi han tager mig til sig. - Sela.

¹⁵Only, God doth ransom my soul from the hand of Sheol, For He doth receive me. Selah.

¹⁶Frygt ej, når en Mand bliver rig, når hans Huses Herlighed øges;

¹⁶Fear not, when one maketh wealth, When the honour of his house is abundant,

¹⁷thi intet tager han med i Døden, hans Herlighed følger ham ikke.

¹⁷For at his death he receiveth nothing, His honour goeth not down after him.

¹⁸Priser han end i Live sig selv: "De lover dig for din Lykke!"

¹⁸For his soul in his life he blesseth, (And they praise thee when thou dost well for thyself.)

¹⁹han vandrer til sine Fædres Slægt, der aldrig får Lyset at skue.

¹⁹It cometh to the generation of his fathers, For ever they see not the light.

²⁰Den, som lever i Herlighed, men uden Forstand, han er som Dyrene, der forgår.

²⁰Man in honour, who understandest not, Hath been like the beasts, they have been cut off!