Psalms 21

1 Unto the end. A psalm for David. In thy strength, O Lord, the king shall joy; and in thy salvation he shall rejoice exceedingly.

Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

2 Thou hast given him his heart’s desire: and hast not withholden from him the will of his lips.

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

3 For thou hast prevented him with blessings of sweetness: thou hast set on his head a crown of precious stones.

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

4 He asked life of thee: and thou hast given 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 in thy salvation: glory and great beauty shalt thou lay upon him.

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

6 For thou shalt give him to be a blessing for ever and ever: thou shalt make him joyful in gladness with thy countenance.

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

7 For the king hopeth in the Lord: and through the mercy of the most High he shall not be moved.

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

8 Let thy hand be found by all thy enemies: let thy right hand find out all them that hate thee.

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

9 Thou shalt make them as an oven of fire, in the time of thy anger: the Lord shall trouble them in his wrath, and 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 have intended evils against thee: they have devised counsels which they have not been able to establish.

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

12 For thou shalt make them turn their back: in thy remnants thou shalt prepare their face.

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

13 Be thou exalted, O Lord, in thy own strength: we will 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!