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 by David. The king rejoices in your strength, LORD! How greatly he rejoices 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 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 meet him with the blessings of goodness. 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 asked life of you and you gave it to him, even length of days forever and ever.

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

His glory is great in your salvation. You lay honour and majesty on him.

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

For you make him most blessed forever. You make him glad with joy in your presence.

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

For the king trusts in the LORD. Through the loving kindness of the Most High, he shall not be moved.

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

Your hand will find out all of your enemies. Your right hand will find out those who hate 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 as a fiery furnace in the time of your anger. The LORD will swallow them up in his wrath. The fire shall devour them.

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

You will destroy their descendants from the earth, their posterity from amongst the children of men.

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

For they intended evil against you. They plotted evil against you which cannot succeed.

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

For you will make them turn their back, when you aim drawn bows at their face.

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

Be exalted, LORD, in your strength, so we will sing and praise your power.