Salme 21
1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
For the music director. A psalm of David. The king celebrates your strength, Lord; he is so happy you made him victorious!
2 HERRE, Kongen er glad ved din Vælde, hvor frydes han højlig over din Frelse!
You gave him everything he wanted; you didn't hold anything back he asked for.
3 Hvad hans Hjerte ønskede, gav du ham, du afslog ikke hans Læbers Bøn. (Sela)
You welcomed him on his return with special blessings; you placed a crown of pure gold on his head.
4 Du kom ham i Møde med rig Velsignelse, satte en Krone af Guld paa hans Hoved.
He asked you to give him a good life, and you gave him a long life, forever and ever.
5 Han bad dig om Liv, og du gav ham det, en Række af Dage uden Ende.
Your victories brought him great glory; you granted him splendor and majesty.
6 Stor er hans Glans ved din Frelse, Højhed og Hæder lægger du paa ham.
You give him blessings forever. He is full of joy because you are with him.
7 Ja, evig Velsignelse gav du ham, med Fryd for dit Aasyn glæded du ham.
For the king trusts in the Lord; he stands firm because of the trustworthy love of the Most High.
8 Thi Kongen stoler paa HERREN, ved den Højestes Naade rokkes han ikke.
You, the king, will find and capture all your enemies; you will seize everyone who hates you.
9 Til alle dine Fjender naar din Haand, din højre naar dine Avindsmænd.
When you appear on the scene you will burn them up like in a furnace; the Lord in his anger will destroy them, burning them up with fire.
10 Du gør dem til et luende Baal, naar du viser dig; HERREN sluger dem i sin Vrede, Ild fortærer dem.
You will wipe out their children from the earth, their descendants from humankind.
11 Du rydder bort deres Frugt af Jorden, deres Sæd blandt Menneskens Børn.
Though they plot evil against you, their malicious schemes will not succeed.
12 Thi de søger at volde dig ondt, spinder Rænker, men evner intet;
They will turn and run away when they see your arrows fired at them.
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!
Rise up, Lord, for you are strong! We will sing and praise your power!
