Salme 21

1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.

Unto the end. A Psalm of David. In your virtue, Lord, the king will rejoice, and over your salvation, he will exult exceedingly.

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

You have granted him the desire of his heart, and you have not cheated him of the wish of his lips.

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

For you have gone ahead of him with blessings of sweetness. You have placed a crown of precious stones on his head.

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

He petitioned you for life, and you have granted him length of days, in the present time, and forever and ever.

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

Great is his glory in your salvation. Glory and great adornment, you will lay upon him.

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

For you will give him as a blessing forever and ever. You will make him rejoice with gladness in your presence.

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

Because the king hopes in the Lord, and in the mercy of the Most High, he will not be disturbed.

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

May your hand be found by all your enemies. May your right hand discover all those who hate you.

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

You will make them like an oven of fire, in the time of your presence. The Lord will stir them up with his wrath, and fire will 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.

You will destroy their fruit from the earth and their offspring from the sons of men.

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

For they have turned evils upon you; they have devised plans, which they have not been able to accomplish.

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

For you will make them turn their back; with your remnants, you will prepare their countenance.

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 exalted, Lord, by your own power. We will play music and sing psalms to your virtues.