Salme 21

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

For the chief musician. A psalm of David. The king rejoices in your strength, Yahweh! How greatly he rejoices in the salvation you provide!

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

You have given him his heart's desire and have not held back the request of his lips. (Selah)

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

For you bring him rich blessings; you placed on his head a crown of purest gold.

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

He asked you for life; you gave it to him; you gave him long days forever and ever.

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

His glory is great because of your victory; you have bestowed on him splendor and majesty.

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

For you grant him lasting blessings; you make him glad with the joy of your presence.

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

For the king trusts in Yahweh; through the covenant faithfulness of the Most High he will not be moved.

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

Your hand will seize all your enemies; your right hand will seize those who hate you.

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

At the time of your anger, you will burn them up as in a fiery furnace. Yahweh will consume them in his wrath, and the 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 offspring from the earth and their descendants from among the human race.

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

For they intended evil against you; they conceived a plot with which they will not succeed!

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

For you will turn them back; you will draw your bow before 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 exalted, Yahweh, in your strength; we will sing and praise your power.