Psalms 21

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

Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

2 Thou hast given him his heart’s desire, And hast not withholden the request of his lips. (Selah)

HERRE, Kongen er glad ved din Vælde, hvor frydes han højlig over din Frelse!

3 For thou meetest him with the blessings of goodness: Thou settest a crown of fine gold on his head.

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

4 He asked life of thee, thou gavest it him, Even length of days for ever and ever.

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

5 His glory is great in thy salvation: Honor and majesty dost thou lay upon him.

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

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

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

7 For the king trusteth in Jehovah; And through the lovingkindness of the Most High he shall not be moved.

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

8 Thy hand will find out all thine enemies; Thy right hand will find out those that hate thee.

Thi Kongen stoler paa HERREN, ved den Højestes Naade rokkes han ikke.

9 Thou wilt make them as a fiery furnace in the time of thine anger: Jehovah will swallow them up in his wrath, And the fire shall devour them.

Til alle dine Fjender naar din Haand, din højre naar dine Avindsmænd.

10 Their fruit wilt thou destroy from the earth, And their seed from among the children of men.

Du gør dem til et luende Baal, naar du viser dig; HERREN sluger dem i sin Vrede, Ild fortærer dem.

11 For they intended evil against thee; They conceived a device which they are not able to perform.

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

12 For thou wilt make them turn their back; Thou wilt make ready with thy bowstrings against their face.

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

13 Be thou exalted, O Jehovah, in thy strength: So will we sing and praise thy power.

thi du slaar dem paa Flugt, med din Bue sigter du mod deres Ansigt. HERRE, staa op i din Vælde, med Sang og med Spil vil vi prise dit Storværk!