Salme 21

1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.

TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. YHWH, the king is joyful in Your strength, How greatly he rejoices in Your salvation.

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

You gave the desire of his heart to him, And You 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 You put blessings of goodness before him, You 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 has asked for life from You, You have given length of days to him, For all time and forever.

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

Great [is] his glory in Your salvation, You place splendor and majesty on him.

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

For You make him blessings forever, You cause him to rejoice with joy, By Your countenance.

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

For the king is trusting in YHWH, And in the kindness of the Most High he is not moved.

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

Your hand comes to all Your enemies, Your right hand finds Your haters.

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

You make them as a furnace of fire, At the time of Your presence. YHWH swallows them in His anger, And fire devours 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 destroy their fruit from earth, And their seed from the sons of men.

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

For they stretched out evil against You, They devised a wicked scheme, they do not prevail,

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

For You make them turn their back, When You prepare Your strings 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 exalted, O YHWH, in Your strength, We sing and we praise Your might!