Salme 21

1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.

The king shall joy in thy strength, O Jehovah. And in thy salvation how greatly he shall rejoice!

2 Herre! Kongen glæder sig i din Kraft, og hvor saare fryder han sig ved din Frelse!

Thou have given him his heart's desire, and have not withheld the request of his lips. (Selah)

3 Du har givet ham hans Hjertes Begæring og ikke nægtet ham det, hans Læber ønskede. (Sela)

For thou meet him with the blessings of goodness. Thou set a crown of fine gold on his head.

4 Thi du kommer ham i Møde med Velsignelser af godt, du sætter en Krone af Guld paa hans Hoved.

He asked life from thee. Thou gave it him, even length of days forever and ever.

5 Han begærede Liv af dig, du gav ham det, et langt Levned, evindelig og altid.

His glory is great in thy salvation. Honor and majesty thou do lay upon him.

6 Han har stor Ære ved din Frelse; du lægger Majestæt og Hæder paa ham.

For thou make him most blessed forever. Thou make him glad with joy in thy presence.

7 Thi du sætter ham til Velsignelser altid, du fryder ham med Glæde for dit Ansigt.

For the king trusts in Jehovah. And through the loving kindness of the Most High he shall not be moved.

8 Thi Kongen forlader sig paa Herren, og ved den Højestes Miskundhed skal han ikke rokkes.

Thy hand will find out all thine enemies. Thy right hand will find out those who hate thee.

9 Din Haand skal finde alle dine Fjender; din højre Haand skal finde dine Avindsmænd.

Thou will make them as a fiery furnace in the time of thine anger. Jehovah will swallow them up in his wrath, and the fire shall devour them.

10 Du skal stille dem som for en gloende Ovn, naar du viser dit Ansigt; Herren skal opsluge dem i sin Vrede, og Ild skal fortære dem.

Thou will destroy their fruit from the earth, and their seed from among the sons of men.

11 Du skal udslette deres Frugt af Jorden og deres Sæd iblandt Menneskens Børn.

For they intended evil against thee. They conceived a device which they are not able to perform.

12 Thi de paaførte dig ondt; de udtænkte Anslag, men de kunde ikke fuldkomme det.

For thou will make them turn their back. Thou will make ready with thy bowstrings against their face.

13 Thi du skal gøre, at de fly; du sigter med dine Buestrenge imod deres Ansigt. Herre! ophøj dig i din Kraft; vi ville synge og love din Magt.

Be thou exalted, O Jehovah, in thy strength. We will sing and praise thy power.