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.
1A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath. It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High; (1.Mos 14,19; Salm 71,22; Salm 147,1)2to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night, (Salm 36,5; Salm 119,147)3to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre. (Salm 33,2)4For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy. (Salm 8,6; Salm 90,16)5How great are your works, O Lord! Your thoughts are very deep! (Salm 36,6; Salm 40,5; Salm 111,2; Salm 139,17; Rom 11,33; Åb 15,3)6The stupid man cannot know; the fool cannot understand this:7that though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever; (Job 21,7; Salm 94,4; Salm 125,5)8but you, O Lord, are on high forever. (Salm 93,4)9For behold, your enemies, O Lord, for behold, your enemies shall perish; all evildoers shall be scattered. (Salm 68,1)10But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox; you have poured over me[1] fresh oil. (4.Mos 23,22; 1.Sam 2,1; Salm 23,5; Salm 75,10)11My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants. (Salm 37,34; Salm 54,7)12The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. (4.Mos 24,6; Salm 1,3; Salm 52,8; Salm 72,7; Ord 11,28; Es 61,3; Hos 14,5)13They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God. (Salm 100,4; Salm 116,19; Salm 135,2)14They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green,15to declare that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him. (Job 34,10; Salm 18,2; Salm 58,11)