Salme 21

1 Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. The king rejoices in your strength, Yahweh! How greatly he rejoices in your salvation!

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 withheld the request of his lips. (Selah)

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

For you meet him with the blessings of goodness. You set 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 you and you gave it to him, even length of 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 in your salvation. You lay honor and majesty on him.

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

For you make him most blessed forever. You make him glad with joy in 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 loving kindness of the Most High, he shall not be moved.

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

Your hand will find out all of your enemies. Your right hand will find out those who hate you.

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

You will make them as a fiery furnace in the time of your anger. Yahweh will swallow them up in his wrath. 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.

You will destroy their descendants from the earth, their posterity from among the children of men.

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

For they intended evil against you. They plotted evil against you which cannot succeed.

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

For you will make them turn their back, when you aim drawn bows at 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 exalted, Yahweh, in your strength, so we will sing and praise your power.