Psalms 21

1 [For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.] The king rejoices in your strength, LORD. How greatly he rejoices in your salvation.

Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

2 You have given him his heart's desire, and 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 meet him with the blessings of goodness. 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 asked life of you, you gave it to him, even length of days forever and ever.

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

5 His glory is great in your salvation. You lay honor 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 most blessed forever. You make him glad with joy in your presence.

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

7 For the king trusts in the LORD. Through the loving kindness of the Most High, he shall not be moved.

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

8 Your hand will find out all of your enemies. Your right hand will find all those who hate you.

Thi Kongen stoler paa HERREN, ved den Højestes Naade rokkes han ikke.

9 You will make them as a fiery furnace in the time of your anger. The LORD will swallow them up in his wrath. The fire shall devour them.

Til alle dine Fjender naar din Haand, din højre naar dine Avindsmænd.

10 You will destroy their descendants from the earth, their posterity from among the descendants of Adam.

Du gør dem til et luende Baal, naar du viser dig; HERREN sluger dem i sin Vrede, Ild fortærer dem.

11 Though they intend evil against you, devising a wicked scheme, they will not succeed.

Du rydder bort deres Frugt af Jorden, deres Sæd blandt Menneskens Børn.

12 For you will make them turn their back, when you aim drawn bows at their face.

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

13 Be exalted, LORD, in your strength, so we will sing and praise your 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!