Salme 21
1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
For the end, a Psalm of David. O Lord, the king shall rejoice in your strength; and in your salvation he shall greatly exult.
2 HERRE, Kongen er glad ved din Vælde, hvor frydes han højlig over din Frelse!
You have granted him the desire of his soul, and have 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 you have prevented him with blessings of goodness: you 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 you, and you gave 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 your salvation: you will crown him with glory and majesty.
6 Stor er hans Glans ved din Frelse, Højhed og Hæder lægger du paa ham.
For you will give him a blessing for ever and ever: you will gladden him with joy with your 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 your hand be found by all your enemies: let your right hand find all that hate you.
9 Til alle dine Fjender naar din Haand, din højre naar dine Avindsmænd.
You shall make them as a fiery oven at the time of your 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.
You shall destroy their fruit from the earth, and their seed from [amongst] the sons of men.
11 Du rydder bort deres Frugt af Jorden, deres Sæd blandt Menneskens Børn.
For they intended evils against you; 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 you shall make them [turn their] back in your latter end, you will 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 you exalted, O Lord, in your strength: we will sing and praise your mighty acts.
