Salme 21

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

Unto the end. A psalm for David. In thy strength, O Lord, the king shall joy; and in thy salvation he shall rejoice exceedingly.

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

Thou hast given him his heart’s desire: and hast not withholden from him the will of his lips.

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

For thou hast prevented him with blessings of sweetness: thou hast set on his head a crown of precious stones.

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

He asked life of thee: and thou hast given 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: glory and great beauty shalt thou lay upon him.

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

For thou shalt give him to be a blessing for ever and ever: thou shalt make him joyful in gladness with thy countenance.

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

For the king hopeth in the Lord: and through the mercy of the most High 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 thy enemies: let thy right hand find out all them that hate thee.

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

Thou shalt make them as an oven of fire, in the time of thy anger: the Lord shall trouble them in his wrath, 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.

Their fruit shalt thou destroy from the earth: and their seed from among the children of men.

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

For they have intended evils against thee: they have devised counsels which they have not been able to establish.

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

For thou shalt make them turn their back: in thy remnants thou shalt 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 own strength: we will sing and praise thy power.