Salme 21

1 Til Sangmesteren; en Psalme af David.

For the chief musician. A psalm of David. The king rejoices in your strength, Yahweh! How greatly he rejoices in the salvation you provide!

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 held 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 bring him rich blessings; you placed on his head a crown of purest gold.

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

He asked you for life; you gave it to him; you gave him long days forever and ever.

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

His glory is great because of your victory; you have bestowed on him splendor and majesty.

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

For you grant him lasting blessings; you make him glad with the joy of your presence.

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

For the king trusts in Yahweh; through the covenant faithfulness 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 seize all your enemies; your right hand will seize those who hate you.

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

At the time of your anger, you will burn them up as in a fiery furnace. Yahweh will consume them in his wrath, and the 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 offspring from the earth and their descendants from among the human race.

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

For they intended evil against you; they conceived a plot with which they will not succeed!

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

For you will turn them back; you will draw your bow before 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.

Be exalted, Yahweh, in your strength; we will sing and praise your power.