Psalms 45

1 To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves. My heart is overflowing with a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made concerning the king: my tongue is the pen of a skilful 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 Thou art fairer than the children of men: grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.

Den skønneste er du af Menneskens Børn, Ynde er udgydt på dine Læber, derfor velsignede Gud dig for evigt.

3 Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty.

Omgjord din Lænd med Sværdet, o Helt,

4 And in thy majesty ride prosperously because of truth and meekness and righteousness; and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things.

Lykken følge din Højhed og Hæder, far frem for Sandhedens Sag, for Ydmyghed og Retfærd, din højre lære dig frygtelige Ting!

5 Thy arrows are sharp in the heart of the king’s enemies; by which the people fall under thee.

Dine Pile er hvæssede, Folkeslag falder for din Fod, Kongens Fjender rammes i Hjertet.

6 Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever: the sceptre of thy kingdom is a sceptre of justice.

Din Trone, o Gud, står evigt fast, en Retfærds Stav er din Kongestav.

7 Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness: therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy companions.

Du elsker Ret og hader Uret; derfor salvede Gud, din Gud, dig med Glædens Olie fremfor dine Fæller,

8 All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, by which they have made thee glad.

af Myrra, Aloe og Kassia dufter alle dine Klæder. Du glædes ved Strengeleg fra Elfenbenshaller,

9 Kings’ daughters were among thy honourable women: upon thy right hand stood the queen in gold of Ophir.

Kongedøtre står i kostbare Klæder, Dronningen i Ofirguldets Skrud ved din højre.

10 Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thy ear; forget also thy own people, and thy father’s house;

Hør, min Datter, opmærksomt og bøj dit Øre: Glem dit Folk og din Faders Hus,

11 So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him.

at Kongen må attrå din Skønhed, thi han er din Herre.

12 And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift; even the rich among the people shall entreat thy favour.

Tyrus's Datter skal hylde dig med Gaver, Folkets Rigmænd bejle til din Yndest.

13 The king’s daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold.

Idel Pragt er Kongedatteren, hendes Dragt er Perler, stukket i Guld;

14 She shall be brought to the king in raiment of needlework: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought to thee.

fulgt af Jomfruer føres hun frem i broget Pragt, Veninderne fører hende hen til Kongen.

15 With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: they shall enter into the king’s palace.

De føres frem under Glæde og Jubel, holder deres Indtog i Kongens Palads.

16 Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth.

Dine Sønner træde ind i dine Fædres Sted, sæt dem til Fyrster rundt i Landet!

17 I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.

Jeg vil minde om dit Navn fra Slægt til Slægt; derfor skal Folkene love dig evigt og altid.