Salme 21

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

For the Leader. A Psalm of David. O LORD, in Thy strength the king rejoiceth; and in Thy salvation how greatly doth he exult!

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

Thou hast given him his heart's desire, and the request of his lips Thou hast not withholden. (Selah)

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

For Thou meetest him with choicest blessings; Thou settest a crown of fine gold on his head.

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

He asked life of Thee, Thou gavest it him; even 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 through Thy salvation; honour and majesty dost Thou lay upon him.

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

For Thou makest him most blessed for ever; Thou makest him glad with joy in Thy presence.

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

For the king trusteth in the LORD, yea, in the mercy of the Most High; he shall not be moved.

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

Thy hand shall be equal to all thine enemies; thy right hand shall overtake those that hate thee.

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

Thou shalt make them as a fiery furnace in the time of thine anger; the LORD shall swallow them up in His wrath, and the 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 intended evil against thee, they imagined a device, wherewith they shall not prevail.

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

For thou shalt make them turn their back, thou shalt make ready with thy bowstrings against the face of 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!

Be Thou exalted, O LORD, in Thy strength; so will we sing and praise Thy power.