Salme 21

1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.

For the music director. A psalm of David. The king celebrates your strength, Lord; he is so happy you made him victorious!

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

You gave him everything he wanted; you didn't hold anything back he asked for.

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

You welcomed him on his return with special blessings; you placed a crown of pure 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 you to give him a good life, and you gave him a long life, forever and ever.

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

Your victories brought him great glory; you granted him splendor and majesty.

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

You give him blessings forever. He is full of joy because you are with him.

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

For the king trusts in the Lord; he stands firm because of the trustworthy love of the Most High.

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

You, the king, will find and capture all your enemies; you will seize everyone who hates you.

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

When you appear on the scene you will burn them up like in a furnace; the Lord in his anger will destroy them, burning them up with 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.

You will wipe out their children from the earth, their descendants from humankind.

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

Though they plot evil against you, their malicious schemes will not succeed.

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

They will turn and run away when they see your arrows fired at them.

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.

Rise up, Lord, for you are strong! We will sing and praise your power!