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

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

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

3 For thou hast met him with the blessings of goodness; thou hast set a crown of pure gold on his head.

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

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

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

5 His glory is great through thy salvation; majesty and splendour hast thou laid upon him.

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

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

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

7 For the king confideth in Jehovah: and through the loving-kindness of the Most High he shall not be moved.

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

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

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

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:

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

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

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

11 For they intended evil against thee; they imagined a mischievous device, which they could not execute.

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

12 For thou wilt make them turn their back; thou wilt make ready thy bowstring against their face.

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

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

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