< Salme 21 >

1 (Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) HERRE, Kongen er glad ved din Vælde, hvor frydes han højlig over din Frelse!
Unto the end. A psalm for David. In thy strength, O Lord, the king shall joy; and in thy salvation he shall rejoice exceedingly.
2 Hvad hans Hjerte ønskede, gav du ham, du afslog ikke hans Læbers Bøn. (Sela)
Thou hast given him his heart’s desire: and hast not withholden from him the will of his lips.
3 Du kom ham i Møde med rig Velsignelse, satte en Krone af Guld på hans Hoved.
For thou hast prevented him with blessings of sweetness: thou hast set on his head a crown of precious stones.
4 Han bad dig om Liv, og du gav ham det, en Række af Dage uden Ende.
He asked life of thee: and thou hast given him length of days for ever and ever.
5 Stor er hans Glans ved din Frelse, Højhed og Hæder lægger du på ham.
His glory is great in thy salvation: glory and great beauty shalt thou lay upon him.
6 Ja, evig Velsignelse gav du ham, med Fryd for dit Åsyn glæded du ham.
For thou shalt give him to be a blessing for ever and ever: thou shalt make him joyful in gladness with thy countenance.
7 Thi Kongen stoler på HERREN, ved den Højestes Nåde rokkes han ikke.
For the king hopeth in the Lord: and through the mercy of the most High he shall not be moved.
8 Til alle dine Fjender når din Hånd, din højre når dine Avindsmænd.
Let thy hand be found by all thy enemies: let thy right hand find out all them that hate thee.
9 Du gør dem til et luende Bål, når du viser dig; HERREN sluger dem i sin Vrede. Ild fortærer dem.
Thou shalt make them as an oven of fire, in the time of thy anger: the Lord shall trouble them in his wrath, and fire shall devour them.
10 Du rydder bort deres Frugt af Jorden, deres Sæd blandt Menneskens Børn.
Their fruit shalt thou destroy 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 they have intended evils against thee: they have devised counsels which they have not been able to establish.
12 thi du slår dem på Flugt, med din Bue sigter du mod deres Ansigt.
For thou shalt make them turn their back: in thy remnants thou shalt prepare their face.
13 HERRE, stå op i din Vælde, med Sang og med Spil vil vi prise dit Storværk!
Be thou exalted, O Lord, in thy own strength: we will sing and praise thy power.

< Salme 21 >