Salme 21

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

For the end, a Psalm of David. O Lord, the king shall rejoice in thy strength; and in thy salvation he shall greatly exult.

2 HERRE, Kongen er glad ved din Vælde, hvor frydes han højlig over din Frelse!

Thou hast granted him the desire of his soul, and hast not withheld from him the request of his lips. (Pause)

3 Hvad hans Hjerte ønskede, gav du ham, du afslog ikke hans Læbers Bøn. (Sela)

For thou hast prevented him with blessings of goodness: thou has set upon his head a crown of precious stone.

4 Du kom ham i Møde med rig Velsignelse, satte en Krone af Guld paa hans Hoved.

He asked life of thee, and thou gavest him length of days for ever 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: thou wilt crown him with glory and majesty.

6 Stor er hans Glans ved din Frelse, Højhed og Hæder lægger du paa ham.

For thou wilt give him a blessing for ever and ever: thou wilt gladden him with joy with thy countenance.

7 Ja, evig Velsignelse gav du ham, med Fryd for dit Aasyn glæded du ham.

For the king trusts in the Lord, and through the mercy of the Highest he shall not be moved.

8 Thi Kongen stoler paa HERREN, ved den Højestes Naade rokkes han ikke.

Let thy hand be found by all thine enemies: let thy right hand find all that hate thee.

9 Til alle dine Fjender naar din Haand, din højre naar dine Avindsmænd.

Thou shalt make them as a fiery oven at the time of thy presence: the Lord shall trouble them in his anger, and 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 shalt 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 evils against thee; they imagined a device which they shall by no means be able to perform.

12 Thi de søger at volde dig ondt, spinder Rænker, men evner intet;

For thou shalt make them [turn their] back in thy latter end, thou wilt prepare 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 Lord, in thy strength: we will sing and praise thy mighty acts.