Salme 21
1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
The king shall joy in thy strength, O Jehovah. And in thy salvation how greatly he shall rejoice!
2 HERRE, Kongen er glad ved din Vælde, hvor frydes han højlig over din Frelse!
Thou have given him his heart's desire, and have not withheld the request of his lips. (Selah)
3 Hvad hans Hjerte ønskede, gav du ham, du afslog ikke hans Læbers Bøn. (Sela)
For thou meet him with the blessings of goodness. Thou set a crown of fine gold on his head.
4 Du kom ham i Møde med rig Velsignelse, satte en Krone af Guld paa hans Hoved.
He asked life from thee. Thou gave it him, even length of days forever and ever.
5 Han bad dig om Liv, og du gav ham det, en Række af Dage uden Ende.
His glory is great in thy salvation. Honor and majesty thou do lay upon him.
6 Stor er hans Glans ved din Frelse, Højhed og Hæder lægger du paa ham.
For thou make him most blessed forever. Thou make him glad with joy in thy presence.
7 Ja, evig Velsignelse gav du ham, med Fryd for dit Aasyn glæded du ham.
For the king trusts in Jehovah. And through the loving kindness of the Most High he shall not be moved.
8 Thi Kongen stoler paa HERREN, ved den Højestes Naade rokkes han ikke.
Thy hand will find out all thine enemies. Thy right hand will find out those who hate thee.
9 Til alle dine Fjender naar din Haand, din højre naar dine Avindsmænd.
Thou will make them as a fiery furnace in the time of thine anger. Jehovah will swallow them up in his wrath, and the fire shall devour them.
10 Du gør dem til et luende Baal, naar du viser dig; HERREN sluger dem i sin Vrede, Ild fortærer dem.
Thou will destroy their fruit from the earth, and their seed from among the sons of men.
11 Du rydder bort deres Frugt af Jorden, deres Sæd blandt Menneskens Børn.
For they intended evil against thee. They conceived a device which they are not able to perform.
12 Thi de søger at volde dig ondt, spinder Rænker, men evner intet;
For thou will make them turn their back. Thou will make ready with thy bowstrings against their face.
13 thi du slaar dem paa Flugt, med din Bue sigter du mod deres Ansigt. HERRE, staa op i din Vælde, med Sang og med Spil vil vi prise dit Storværk!
Be thou exalted, O Jehovah, in thy strength. We will sing and praise thy power.
