Salme 21

1 (Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) HERRE, Kongen er glad ved din Vælde, hvor frydes han højlig over din Frelse!

To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. The king will be glad in your strength, O Lord; how great will be his delight in your salvation!

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

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

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

For you go before him with the blessings of good things: you put a crown of fair gold on his head.

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

He made request to you for life, and you gave it to him, long life for ever and ever.

5 Stor er hans Glans ved din Frelse, Højhed og Hæder lægger du på ham.

His glory is great in your salvation: honour and authority have you put on him.

6 Ja, evig Velsignelse gav du ham, med Fryd for dit Åsyn glæded du ham.

For you have made him a blessing for ever: you have given him joy in the light of your face.

7 Thi Kongen stoler på HERREN, ved den Højestes Nåde rokkes han ikke.

For the king has faith in the Lord, and through the mercy of the Most High he will not be moved.

8 Til alle dine Fjender når din Hånd, din højre når dine Avindsmænd.

Your hand will make a search for all your haters; your right hand will be hard on all those who are against you.

9 Du gør dem til et luende Bål, når du viser dig; HERREN sluger dem i sin Vrede. Ild fortærer dem.

You will make them like a flaming oven before you; the Lord in his wrath will put an end to them, and they will be burned up in the fire.

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

Their fruit will be cut off from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.

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

For their thoughts were bitter against you: they had an evil design in their minds, which they were not able to put into effect.

12 thi du slår dem på Flugt, med din Bue sigter du mod deres Ansigt.

Their backs will be turned when you make ready the cords of your bow against their faces.

13 HERRE, stå op i din Vælde, med Sang og med Spil vil vi prise dit Storværk!

Be lifted up, O Lord, in your strength; so will we make songs in praise of your power.