Psalms 21
1 For the Leader. A Psalm of David. O LORD, in Thy strength the king rejoiceth; and in Thy salvation how greatly doth he exult!
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
2 Thou hast given him his heart's desire, and the request of his lips Thou hast not withholden. (Selah)
HERRE, Kongen er glad ved din Vælde, hvor frydes han højlig over din Frelse!
3 For Thou meetest him with choicest blessings; 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 through Thy salvation; honour 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 the LORD, yea, in 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 Thy hand shall be equal to all thine enemies; thy right hand shall overtake 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 thine anger; the LORD shall 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 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 device, wherewith they shall not prevail.
Du rydder bort deres Frugt af Jorden, deres Sæd blandt Menneskens Børn.
12 For thou shalt make them turn their back, thou shalt make ready with thy bowstrings against the face of them.
Thi de søger at volde dig ondt, spinder Rænker, men evner intet;
13 Be Thou exalted, O LORD, 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!
