Psalms 21

1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. The king shall joy in thy strength, 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 hast met him with the blessings of goodness; thou hast set a crown of pure 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, 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 through thy salvation; majesty and splendour hast thou laid upon him.

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

6 For thou hast made him to be blessings for ever; thou hast filled him with joy by thy countenance.

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

7 For the king confideth in Jehovah: and through the loving-kindness 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 shall find out all thine enemies; thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.

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

9 Thou shalt make them as a fiery furnace in the time of thy presence; Jehovah shall swallow them up in his anger, and the fire shall devour them:

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

10 Their fruit shalt 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 imagined a mischievous device, which they could not execute.

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 thy bowstring against their face.

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

13 Be thou exalted, Jehovah, in thine own strength: we will sing and celebrate 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!