¹(Til sangmesteren. Af David. En salme. En sang.) Når Gud står op, da splittes hans fjender, hans Avindsmænd flyr for hans Åsyn,

¹To the Overseer. — A Psalm, a song of David. Rise doth God — scattered are His enemies! And those hating Him flee from His face.

²som Røg henvejres, så henvejres de; som Voks, der smelter for Ild, går gudløse til Grunde for Guds Åsyn.

²As the driving away of smoke Thou drivest away, As the melting of wax before fire, The wicked perish at the presence of God.

³Men retfærdige frydes og jubler med Glæde og Fryd for Guds Åsyn.

³And the righteous rejoice, they exult before God, And they joy with gladness.

⁴Syng for Gud, lovsyng hans Navn, hyld ham, der farer frem gennem Ørknerne! HERREN er hans Navn, jubler for hans Åsyn,

⁴Sing ye to God — praise His name, Raise up a highway for Him who is riding in deserts, In Jah [is] His name, and exult before Him.

⁵faderløses Fader, Enkers Værge, Gud i hans hellige Bolig,

⁵Father of the fatherless, and judge of the widows, [Is] God in His holy habitation.

⁶Gud, som bringer ensomme hjem, fører Fanger ud til Lykke; men genstridige bor i tørre Egne.

⁶God — causing the lonely to dwell at home, Bringing out bound ones into prosperity, Only — the refractory have inhabited a dry place.

⁷Da du drog ud, o Gud, i Spidsen for dit Folk, skred frem gennem Ørkenen - Sela - da rystede Jorden,

⁷O God, in Thy going forth before Thy people, In Thy stepping through the wilderness, Selah.

⁸ja, Himlen dryppede for Guds Åsyn, for Guds Åsyn, Israels Guds.

⁸The earth hath shaken, Yea, the heavens have dropped before God, This Sinai — before God, the God of Israel.

⁹Regn i Strømme lod du falde, o Gud, din vansmægtende Arvelod styrkede du;

⁹A shower of free-will gifts thou shakest out, O God. Thine inheritance, when it hath been weary, Thou hast established it.

¹⁰din Skare tog Bolig der, for de arme sørged du, Gud, i din Godhed,

¹⁰Thy company have dwelt in it, Thou preparest in Thy goodness for the poor, O God.

¹¹Ord lægger Herren de Kvinder i Munden, som bringer Glædesbud, en talrig Hær:

¹¹The Lord doth give the saying, The female proclaimers [are] a numerous host.

¹²"Hærenes Konger flyr, de flyr, Husets Frue uddeler Bytte.

¹²Kings of hosts flee utterly away, And a female inhabitant of the house apportioneth spoil.

¹³Vil l da blive imellem Foldene? Duens Vinger dækkes af Sølv, dens Fjedre af gulgrønt Guld.

¹³Though ye do lie between two boundaries, Wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.

¹⁴Da den Almægtige splittede Kongerne der, faldt der Sne på Zalmon."

¹⁴When the Mighty spreadeth kings in it, It doth snow in Salmon.

¹⁵Et Gudsbjerg er Basans Bjerg, et Bjerg med spidse Tinder er Basans Bjerg;

¹⁵A hill of God [is] the hill of Bashan, A hill of heights [is] the hill of Bashan.

¹⁶Hvi skæver I Bjerge med spidse Tinder til Bjerget, Gud ønskede til Bolig, hvor HERREN også vil bo for evigt?

¹⁶Why do ye envy, O high hills, The hill God hath desired for His seat? Jehovah also doth tabernacle for ever.

¹⁷Titusinder er Guds Vogne, tusinde Gange tusinde, HERREN kom fra Sinaj til Helligdommen.

¹⁷The chariots of God [are] myriads, thousands of changes, The Lord [is] among them, in Sinai, in the sanctuary.

¹⁸Du steg op til det høje, du bortførte Fanger, Gaver tog du blandt Mennesker, også iblandt de genstridige, at du måtte bo der, HERRE, o Gud.

¹⁸Thou hast ascended on high, Thou hast taken captive captivity, Thou hast taken gifts for men, That even the refractory may rest, O Jah God.

¹⁹Lovet være Herren! Fra Dag til Dag bærer han vore Byrder; Gud er vor Frelse. - Sela.

¹⁹Blessed [is] the Lord, day by day He layeth on us. God Himself [is] our salvation. Selah.

²⁰En Gud til Frelse er Gud for os, hos den Herre HERREN er Udgange fra Døden.

²⁰God Himself [is] to us a God for deliverances, And Jehovah Lord hath the outgoings of death.

²¹Men Fjendernes Hoveder knuser Gud, den gudløses Isse, der vandrer i sine Synder.

²¹Only — God doth smite The head of His enemies, The hairy crown of a habitual walker in his guilt.

²²Herren har sagt: "Jeg henter dem hjem fra Basan, henter dem hjem fra Havets Dyb,

²²The Lord said: `From Bashan I bring back, I bring back from the depths of the sea.

²³at din Fod må vade i Blod, dine Hundes Tunger få del i Fjenderne."

²³So that thou dashest thy foot in blood, [In the blood of] enemies — the tongue of Thy dogs.`

²⁴Se på Guds Højtidstog, min Guds, min Konges Højtidstog ind i Helligdommen!

²⁴They have seen Thy goings, O God, Goings of my God, my king, in the sanctuary.

²⁵Sangerne forrest, så de, der spiller, i Midten unge Piger med Pauker:

²⁵Singers have been before, Behind [are] players on instruments, In the midst virgins playing with timbrels.

²⁶"Lover Gud i Festforsamlinger, Herren, I af Israels Kilde!"

²⁶In assemblies bless ye God, The Lord — from the fountain of Israel.

²⁷Der er liden Benjamin forrest, Judas Fyrster i Flok, Zebulons Fyrster, Naftalis Fyrster.

²⁷There [is] little Benjamin their ruler, Heads of Judah their defence, Heads of Zebulun — heads of Naphtali.

²⁸Opbyd, o Gud, din Styrke, styrk, hvad du gjorde for os, o Gud!

²⁸Thy God hath commanded thy strength, Be strong, O God, this Thou hast wrought for us.

²⁹For dit Tempels Skyld skal Konger bringe dig Gaver i Jerusalem.

²⁹Because of Thy temple at Jerusalem, To Thee do kings bring a present.

³⁰Tru ad Dyret i Sivet, Tyreflokken, Folkeslags Herrer, så de hylder dig med deres Sølvstykker. Adsplit Folkeslag, der elsker Strid!

³⁰Rebuke a beast of the reeds, a company of bulls, With calves of the peoples, Each humbling himself with pieces of silver, Scatter Thou peoples delighting in conflicts.

³¹De kommer med Olie fra Ægypten, Ætiopeme iler til Gud med fulde Hænder.

³¹Come do fat ones out of Egypt, Cush causeth her hands to run to God.

³²I Jordens Riger, syng for Gud, lovsyng HERREN;

³²Kingdoms of the earth, sing ye to God, Praise ye the Lord. Selah.

³³hyld ham der farer frem på Himlenes Himle, de gamle! Se, han løfter sin Røst, en vældig Røst.

³³To him who is riding on the heavens of the heavens of old, Lo, He giveth with His voice a strong voice.

³⁴Giv Gud Ære! Over Israel er hans Højhed, Hans Vælde i Skyerne,

³⁴Ascribe ye strength to God, Over Israel [is] His excellency, and His strength in the clouds.

³⁵frygtelig er Gud i sin Helligdom. Israels Gud; han giver Folket Styrke og Kraft. Lovet være Gud!

³⁵Fearful, O God, out of Thy sanctuaries, The God of Israel Himself, Giving strength and might to the people. Blessed [is] God!