Salme 45
1 Til Sangmesteren. Til Liljerne. Af Koras Sønner. En Maskil. En Sang om Kærlighed.
For the end, for alternate [strains] by the sons of Core; for instruction, a Song concerning the beloved. My heart has uttered a good matter: I declare my works to the king: my tongue is the pen of a quick writer.
2 Mit Hjerte svulmer af liflige Ord, jeg kvæder mit Kvad til Kongens Pris, som Hurtigskriverens Pen er min Tunge.
Thou art more beautiful than the sons of men: grace has been shed forth on thy lips: therefore God has blessed thee for ever.
3 Den skønneste er du af Menneskens Børn, Ynde er udgydt paa dine Læber, derfor velsignede Gud dig for evigt.
Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O Mighty One, in thy comeliness, and in thy beauty;
4 Omgjord din Lænd med Sværdet, o Helt,
and bend [thy bow], and prosper, and reign, because of truth and meekness and righteousness; and thy right hand shall guide thee wonderfully.
5 Lykken følge din Højhed og Hæder, far frem for Sandhedens Sag, for Ydmyghed og Retfærd, din højre lære dig frygtelige Ting!
Thy weapons are sharpened, Mighty One, (the nations shall fall under thee) [they are] in the heart of the king's enemies.
6 Dine Pile er hvæssede, Folkeslag falder for din Fod, Kongens Fjender rammes i Hjertet.
Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever: the sceptre of thy kingdom is a sceptre of righteousness.
7 Din Trone, o Gud, staar evigt fast, en Retfærds Stav er din Kongestav.
Thou hast loved righteousness, and hated iniquity: therefore God, thy God, has anointed thee with the oil of gladness beyond thy fellows.
8 Du elsker Ret og hader Uret; derfor salvede Gud, din Gud, dig med Glædens Olie fremfor dine Fæller,
Myrrh, and stacte, and cassia [are exhaled] from thy garments, [and] out of the ivory palaces,
9 af Myrra, Aloe og Kassia dufter alle dine Klæder. Du glædes ved Strengeleg fra Elfenbenshaller,
with which kings' daughters have gladdened thee for thine honour: the queen stood by on thy right hand, clothed in vesture wrought with gold, [and] arrayed in divers colours.
10 Kongedøtre staar i kostbare Klæder, Dronningen i Ofirguldets Skrud ved din højre.
Hear, O daughter, and see, and incline thine ear; forget also thy people, and thy father's house.
11 Hør, min Datter, opmærksomt og bøj dit Øre: Glem dit Folk og din Faders Hus,
Because the king has desired thy beauty; for he is thy Lord.
12 at Kongen maa attraa din Skønhed, thi han er din Herre.
And the daughter of Tyre shall adore him with gifts; the rich of the people of the land shall supplicate thy favour.
13 Tyrus's Datter skal hylde dig med Gaver, Folkets Rigmænd bejle til din Yndest.
All her glory [is that] of the daughter of the king of Esebon, robed [as she is] in golden fringed garments,
14 Idel Pragt er Kongedatteren, hendes Dragt er Perler, stukket i Guld;
in embroidered [clothing]: virgins shall be brought to the king after her: her fellows shall be brought to thee.
15 fulgt af Jomfruer føres hun frem i broget Pragt, Veninderne fører hende hen til Kongen.
They shall be brought with gladness and exultation: they shall be led into the king's temple.
16 De føres frem under Glæde og Jubel, holder deres Indtog i Kongens Palads.
Instead of thy fathers children are born to thee: thou shalt make them princes over all the earth.
17 Dine Sønner træde ind i dine Fædres Sted, sæt dem til Fyrster rundt i Landet! Jeg vil minde om dit Navn fra Slægt til Slægt; derfor skal Folkene love dig evigt og altid.
They shall make mention of thy name from generation to generation: therefore shall the nations give thanks to thee for ever, even for ever and ever.
