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.) 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 from him the will of his lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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 have intended evils against thee: they have devised counsels which they have not been able to establish.

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

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

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

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

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