Psalms 45
1 TO THE OVERSEER. [SET] ON “LILIES.” AN INSTRUCTION OF THE SONS OF KORAH. A SONG OF LOVES. My heart has stirred a good word, I am telling my works to the King, My tongue [is] the pen of a speedy writer.
Til Sangmesteren. Til Liljerne. Af Koras Sønner. En Maskil. En Sang om Kærlighed.
2 You have been beautified above the sons of men, Grace has been poured into Your lips, Therefore God has blessed You for all time.
Mit Hjerte svulmer af liflige Ord, jeg kvæder mit Kvad til Kongens Pris, som Hurtigskriverens Pen er min Tunge.
3 Gird Your sword on the thigh, O Mighty [One], Your splendor and Your majesty!
Den skønneste er du af Menneskens Børn, Ynde er udgydt paa dine Læber, derfor velsignede Gud dig for evigt.
4 As for Your majesty—prosper [and] ride! Because of truth, meekness, [and] righteousness, And Your right hand shows You fearful things.
Omgjord din Lænd med Sværdet, o Helt,
5 Your arrows [are] sharp—Peoples fall under You—In the heart of the enemies of the King.
Lykken følge din Højhed og Hæder, far frem for Sandhedens Sag, for Ydmyghed og Retfærd, din højre lære dig frygtelige Ting!
6 Your throne, O God, [is for] all time and forever, A scepter of uprightness [Is] the scepter of Your kingdom.
Dine Pile er hvæssede, Folkeslag falder for din Fod, Kongens Fjender rammes i Hjertet.
7 You have loved righteousness and hate wickedness, Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You With oil of joy above Your companions.
Din Trone, o Gud, staar evigt fast, en Retfærds Stav er din Kongestav.
8 Myrrh, and aloes, [and] cassia [Cover] all Your garments; Out of palaces of ivory, Stringed instruments have made You glad.
Du elsker Ret og hader Uret; derfor salvede Gud, din Gud, dig med Glædens Olie fremfor dine Fæller,
9 Daughters of kings [are] among Your precious ones, A queen has stood at Your right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.
af Myrra, Aloe og Kassia dufter alle dine Klæder. Du glædes ved Strengeleg fra Elfenbenshaller,
10 Listen, O daughter, and see, incline your ear, And forget your people, and your father’s house,
Kongedøtre staar i kostbare Klæder, Dronningen i Ofirguldets Skrud ved din højre.
11 And the King desires your beauty, Because He [is] your Lord—bow yourself to Him,
Hør, min Datter, opmærksomt og bøj dit Øre: Glem dit Folk og din Faders Hus,
12 And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people appease your face.
at Kongen maa attraa din Skønhed, thi han er din Herre.
13 All glory [is] the daughter of the king within, Her clothing [is] with filigrees of gold.
Tyrus's Datter skal hylde dig med Gaver, Folkets Rigmænd bejle til din Yndest.
14 In various colors she is brought to the King; Afterward, virgins, her companions, Are brought to You.
Idel Pragt er Kongedatteren, hendes Dragt er Perler, stukket i Guld;
15 They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the King.
fulgt af Jomfruer føres hun frem i broget Pragt, Veninderne fører hende hen til Kongen.
16 Instead of Your fathers are Your sons, You appoint them for princes in all the earth.
De føres frem under Glæde og Jubel, holder deres Indtog i Kongens Palads.
17 I make mention of Your Name in all generations, Therefore peoples praise You, For all time and forever!
Dine Sønner træde ind i dine Fædres Sted, sæt dem til Fyrster rundt i Landet! Jeg vil minde om dit Navn fra Slægt til Slægt; derfor skal Folkene love dig evigt og altid.
