Psa PsalmsSálmarnir, psalmsálmur Book of PsalmsSálmarnir, psalmsálmur 144

Sálmarnir 144:12 í mismunandi þýðingum

Enska

KJV (66 books) +2 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

ASV +1 When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;

BSB +1 Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.

DRA [143:12] Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:

FBV Then our sons will grow up like plants in their youth and become mature, and our daughters will be like beautiful pillars carved to support a palace.

GNV That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:

JPS We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;

LSV Because our sons [are] as plants, || Becoming great in their youth, || Our daughters as hewn stones, || Polished—the likeness of a palace,

NASB ¶When our sons in their youth are like growing plants, And our daughters like corner pillars fashioned for a palace, NASB 2020

NIV (US) +1 Then our sons in their youth will be like well-nurtured plants, and our daughters will be like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

OJB In their youth, may baneinu (our sons) be like plants full grown; may benoteinu (our daughters) be like cornerstones, columns wrought for the Heikhal;

T4T I wish/hope that our young sons will grow up to be like strong plants [SIM], and I wish/hope that our daughters will grow up to be straight and tall like the pillars [SIM] that stand in the corners of palaces.

WEB (US) +7 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

Íslenska

OLO [144:12–15] Nú vil ég lýsa landinu þar sem Drottinn er Guð – hamingjulandinu! Þar eru synirnir hraustir og stæltir eins og þróttmikil tré. Dæturnar fagrar og prúðar eins og úthöggnar hallarsúlur. Hlöðurnar fullar af alls konar afurðum. Hjarðir þúsunda sauða liðast um hagana. Uxarnir eru klyfjaðir og ekkert skarð í múrnum. Friður hvert sem litið er, enginn maður í útlegð og glæpir horfnir af strætunum. Já, sæl er sú þjóð sem á Drottin að Guði.