Salme 21

1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.

To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. The king will be glad in your strength, O Lord; how great will be his delight in your salvation!

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

You have given him his heart's desire, and have not kept back the request of his lips. (Selah)

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

For you go before him with the blessings of good things: you put a crown of fair 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 made request to you for life, and you gave it to him, long life for ever and ever.

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

His glory is great in your salvation: honour and authority have you put on him.

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

For you have made him a blessing for ever: you have given him joy in the light of your face.

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

For the king has faith in the Lord, and through the mercy of the Most High he will not be moved.

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

Your hand will make a search for all your haters; your right hand will be hard on all those who are against you.

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

You will make them like a flaming oven before you; the Lord in his wrath will put an end to them, and they will be burned up in the fire.

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.

Their fruit will be cut off from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.

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

For their thoughts were bitter against you: they had an evil design in their minds, which they were not able to put into effect.

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

Their backs will be turned when you make ready the cords of your bow against their faces.

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 lifted up, O Lord, in your strength; so will we make songs in praise of your power.