Psalms 21

1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. The king shall joy in thy strength, O LORD; and in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice!

Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

2 Thou hast given him his heart’s desire, and hast not withheld the request of his lips. (Selah)

HERRE, Kongen er glad ved din Vælde, hvor frydes han højlig over din Frelse!

3 For thou meetest him with the blessings of goodness: thou settest a crown of pure gold on his head.

Hvad hans Hjerte ønskede, gav du ham, du afslog ikke hans Læbers Bøn. (Sela)

4 He asked life of thee, and thou gavest it to 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 in thy salvation: honour and majesty hast thou laid upon him.

Han bad dig om Liv, og du gav ham det, en Række af Dage uden Ende.

6 For thou hast made him most blessed for ever: thou hast made him exceeding glad with thy countenance.

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

7 For the king trusteth in the LORD, and through 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 find out all thy enemies: thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.

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

9 Thou shalt make them as a fiery oven in the time of thy 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 mischievous device, which they are not able to perform.

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

12 Therefore shalt thou make them turn their back, when thou shalt make ready thy arrows upon thy strings against the face of them.

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

13 Be thou exalted, LORD, in thy own 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!