Salme 21

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

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. The king shall joy in thy strength, O LORD; and in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice!

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 the request of his lips. (Selah)

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

For thou preventest him with the blessings of goodness: thou settest 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 asked life of thee, thou gavest it him; even 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: honour and majesty dost thou lay upon him.

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

For thou makest him most blessed for ever: thou makest him glad with joy in thy presence.

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

For the king trusteth in the LORD, and through the lovingkindness of the Most High he shall not be moved.

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

Thine hand shall find out all thine enemies: thy right hand shall find out those 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 a fiery furnace in the time of thine anger. The LORD shall swallow them up in his wrath, and the 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 intended evil against thee: they imagined a device, which they are not able to perform.

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

For thou shalt make them turn their back, thou shalt make ready with thy bowstrings against the face of them.

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

Be thou exalted, O LORD, in thy strength: so will we sing and praise thy power.