Psalms 21
1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. YHWH, the king is joyful in Your strength, How greatly he rejoices in Your salvation.
Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.
2 You gave the desire of his heart to him, And You have not withheld the request of his lips. (Selah)
HERRE, Kongen er glad ved din Vælde, hvor frydes han højlig over din Frelse!
3 For You put blessings of goodness before him, You set a crown of fine gold on his head.
Hvad hans Hjerte ønskede, gav du ham, du afslog ikke hans Læbers Bøn. (Sela)
4 He has asked for life from You, You have given length of days to him, For all time and forever.
Du kom ham i Møde med rig Velsignelse, satte en Krone af Guld paa hans Hoved.
5 Great [is] his glory in Your salvation, You place splendor and majesty on him.
Han bad dig om Liv, og du gav ham det, en Række af Dage uden Ende.
6 For You make him blessings forever, You cause him to rejoice with joy, By Your countenance.
Stor er hans Glans ved din Frelse, Højhed og Hæder lægger du paa ham.
7 For the king is trusting in YHWH, And in the kindness of the Most High he is not moved.
Ja, evig Velsignelse gav du ham, med Fryd for dit Aasyn glæded du ham.
8 Your hand comes to all Your enemies, Your right hand finds Your haters.
Thi Kongen stoler paa HERREN, ved den Højestes Naade rokkes han ikke.
9 You make them as a furnace of fire, At the time of Your presence. YHWH swallows them in His anger, And fire devours them.
Til alle dine Fjender naar din Haand, din højre naar dine Avindsmænd.
10 You destroy their fruit from earth, And their seed from the sons 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 stretched out evil against You, They devised a wicked scheme, they do not prevail,
Du rydder bort deres Frugt af Jorden, deres Sæd blandt Menneskens Børn.
12 For You make them turn their back, When You prepare Your strings against their faces.
Thi de søger at volde dig ondt, spinder Rænker, men evner intet;
13 Be exalted, O YHWH, in Your strength, We sing and we praise Your might!
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!
