Salme 21
1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.
To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
2 Herre! Kongen glæder sig i din Kraft, og hvor saare fryder han sig ved din Frelse!
The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
3 Du har givet ham hans Hjertes Begæring og ikke nægtet ham det, hans Læber ønskede. (Sela)
For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
4 Thi du kommer ham i Møde med Velsignelser af godt, du sætter en Krone af Guld paa hans Hoved.
Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
5 Han begærede Liv af dig, du gav ham det, et langt Levned, evindelig og altid.
Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
6 Han har stor Ære ved din Frelse; du lægger Majestæt og Hæder paa ham.
For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
7 Thi du sætter ham til Velsignelser altid, du fryder ham med Glæde for dit Ansigt.
For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
8 Thi Kongen forlader sig paa Herren, og ved den Højestes Miskundhed skal han ikke rokkes.
Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
9 Din Haand skal finde alle dine Fjender; din højre Haand skal finde dine Avindsmænd.
Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a 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—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, 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 have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
12 Thi de paaførte dig ondt; de udtænkte Anslag, men de kunde ikke fuldkomme det.
For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready 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 exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
