< 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 OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. YHWH, the king is joyful in Your strength, How greatly he rejoices in Your salvation.
2 Hvad hans Hjerte ønskede, gav du ham, du afslog ikke hans Læbers Bøn. (Sela)
You gave the desire of his heart to him, And You have not withheld 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 put blessings of goodness before him, You set a crown of fine gold on his head.
4 Han bad dig om Liv, og du gav ham det, en Række af Dage uden Ende.
He has asked for life from You, You have given length of days to him, For all time and forever.
5 Stor er hans Glans ved din Frelse, Højhed og Hæder lægger du på ham.
Great [is] his glory in Your salvation, You place splendor and majesty on him.
6 Ja, evig Velsignelse gav du ham, med Fryd for dit Åsyn glæded du ham.
For You make him blessings forever, You cause him to rejoice with joy, By Your countenance.
7 Thi Kongen stoler på HERREN, ved den Højestes Nåde rokkes han ikke.
For the king is trusting in YHWH, And in the kindness of the Most High he is not moved.
8 Til alle dine Fjender når din Hånd, din højre når dine Avindsmænd.
Your hand comes to all Your enemies, Your right hand finds Your haters.
9 Du gør dem til et luende Bål, når du viser dig; HERREN sluger dem i sin Vrede. Ild fortærer dem.
You make them as a furnace of fire, At the time of Your presence. YHWH swallows them in His anger, And fire devours them.
10 Du rydder bort deres Frugt af Jorden, deres Sæd blandt Menneskens Børn.
You destroy their fruit from earth, And their seed from the sons of men.
11 Thi de søger at volde dig ondt, spinder Rænker, men evner intet;
For they stretched out evil against You, They devised a wicked scheme, they do not prevail,
12 thi du slår dem på Flugt, med din Bue sigter du mod deres Ansigt.
For You make them turn their back, When You prepare Your strings against their faces.
13 HERRE, stå op i din Vælde, med Sang og med Spil vil vi prise dit Storværk!
Be exalted, O YHWH, in Your strength, We sing and we praise Your might!

< Salme 21 >