Salme 21

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

Unto the end. A Psalm of David. In your virtue, Lord, the king will rejoice, and over your salvation, he will exult exceedingly.

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

You have granted him the desire of his heart, and you have not cheated him of the wish of his lips.

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

For you have gone ahead of him with blessings of sweetness. You have placed a crown of precious stones on his head.

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

He petitioned you for life, and you have granted him length of days, in the present time, and forever and ever.

5 Han bad dig om Liv, og du gav ham det, en Række af Dage uden Ende.

Great is his glory in your salvation. Glory and great adornment, you will lay upon him.

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

For you will give him as a blessing forever and ever. You will make him rejoice with gladness in your presence.

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

Because the king hopes in the Lord, and in the mercy of the Most High, he will not be disturbed.

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

May your hand be found by all your enemies. May your right hand discover all those who hate you.

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

You will make them like an oven of fire, in the time of your presence. The Lord will stir them up with his wrath, and fire will devour them.

10 Du gør dem til et luende Baal, naar du viser dig; HERREN sluger dem i sin Vrede, Ild fortærer dem.

You will destroy their fruit from the earth and their offspring from the sons of men.

11 Du rydder bort deres Frugt af Jorden, deres Sæd blandt Menneskens Børn.

For they have turned evils upon you; they have devised plans, which they have not been able to accomplish.

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

For you will make them turn their back; with your remnants, you will prepare their countenance.

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 exalted, Lord, by your own power. We will play music and sing psalms to your virtues.