Psalms 45
1 For the end, for alternate [strains] by the sons of Core; for instruction, a Song concerning the beloved. My heart has uttered a good matter: I declare my works to the king: my tongue is the pen of a quick writer.
(Til sangmesteren. Af Koras sønner. Al-alamot. En sang.) Mit Hjerte svulmer af liflige Ord, jeg kvæder mit Kvad til Kongens Pris, som Hurtigskriverens Pen er min Tunge.
2 You are more beautiful than the sons of men: grace has been shed forth on your lips: therefore God has blessed you for ever.
Den skønneste er du af Menneskens Børn, Ynde er udgydt på dine Læber, derfor velsignede Gud dig for evigt.
3 Gird your sword upon your thigh, O Mighty One, in your comeliness, and in your beauty;
Omgjord din Lænd med Sværdet, o Helt,
4 and bend [your bow], and prosper, and reign, because of truth and meekness and righteousness; and your right hand shall guide you wonderfully.
Lykken følge din Højhed og Hæder, far frem for Sandhedens Sag, for Ydmyghed og Retfærd, din højre lære dig frygtelige Ting!
5 Your weapons are sharpened, Mighty One, (the nations shall fall under you) [they are] in the heart of the king's enemies.
Dine Pile er hvæssede, Folkeslag falder for din Fod, Kongens Fjender rammes i Hjertet.
6 Your throne, O God, is for ever and ever: the sceptre of your kingdom is a sceptre of righteousness.
Din Trone, o Gud, står evigt fast, en Retfærds Stav er din Kongestav.
7 You have loved righteousness, and hated iniquity: therefore God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of gladness beyond your fellows.
Du elsker Ret og hader Uret; derfor salvede Gud, din Gud, dig med Glædens Olie fremfor dine Fæller,
8 Myrrh, and stacte, and cassia [are exhaled] from your garments, [and] out of the ivory palaces,
af Myrra, Aloe og Kassia dufter alle dine Klæder. Du glædes ved Strengeleg fra Elfenbenshaller,
9 with which kings' daughters have gladdened you for your honor: the queen stood by on your right hand, clothed in vesture wrought with gold, [and] arrayed in various colors.
Kongedøtre står i kostbare Klæder, Dronningen i Ofirguldets Skrud ved din højre.
10 Hear, O daughter, and see, and incline your ear; forget also your people, and your father's house.
Hør, min Datter, opmærksomt og bøj dit Øre: Glem dit Folk og din Faders Hus,
11 Because the king has desired your beauty; for he is your Lord.
at Kongen må attrå din Skønhed, thi han er din Herre.
12 And the daughter of Tyre shall adore him with gifts; the rich of the people of the land shall supplicate your favor.
Tyrus's Datter skal hylde dig med Gaver, Folkets Rigmænd bejle til din Yndest.
13 All her glory [is that] of the daughter of the king of Esebon, robed [as she is] in golden fringed garments,
Idel Pragt er Kongedatteren, hendes Dragt er Perler, stukket i Guld;
14 in embroidered [clothing]: virgins shall be brought to the king after her: her fellows shall be brought to you.
fulgt af Jomfruer føres hun frem i broget Pragt, Veninderne fører hende hen til Kongen.
15 They shall be brought with gladness and exultation: they shall be led into the king's temple.
De føres frem under Glæde og Jubel, holder deres Indtog i Kongens Palads.
16 Instead of your fathers children are born to you: you shall make them princes over all the earth.
Dine Sønner træde ind i dine Fædres Sted, sæt dem til Fyrster rundt i Landet!
17 They shall make mention of your name from generation to generation: therefore shall the nations give thanks to you for ever, even for ever and ever.
Jeg vil minde om dit Navn fra Slægt til Slægt; derfor skal Folkene love dig evigt og altid.
