Salme 21

1 (Til sangmesteren. En salme af David.) HERRE, Kongen er glad ved din Vælde, hvor frydes han højlig over din Frelse!

To the choirmaster a psalm of David. O Yahweh in strength your he rejoices [the] king and in deliverance your how! (he exults *Qk) exceedingly.

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

[the] desire of Heart his you have given to him and [the] request of lips his not you have withheld (Selah)

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

For you meet him blessings of good thing[s] you set to head his a crown of pure gold.

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

Life - he asked from you you gave [it] to him length of days forever and ever.

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

[is] great Honor his by victory your splendor and majesty you place on him.

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

For you give him blessings for ever you make rejoice him with gladness with presence your.

7 Thi Kongen stoler på HERREN, ved den Højestes Nåde rokkes han ikke.

For the king [is] trusting in Yahweh and in [the] covenant loyalty of [the] Most High not he will be shaken.

8 Til alle dine Fjender når din Hånd, din højre når dine Avindsmænd.

It will find hand your all enemies your right [hand] your it will find [those who] hate you.

9 Du gør dem til et luende Bål, når du viser dig; HERREN sluger dem i sin Vrede. Ild fortærer dem.

You will make them - like a furnace of fire to [the] time of presence your Yahweh in anger his he will swallow up them and it will consume them fire.

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

Descendant[s] their from [the] earth you will destroy and offspring their from [the] children of humankind.

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

For they have extended on you harm they have planned a scheme not they will succeed.

12 thi du slår dem på Flugt, med din Bue sigter du mod deres Ansigt.

For you will make them a shoulder on bowstrings your you will prepare on faces their.

13 HERRE, stå op i din Vælde, med Sang og med Spil vil vi prise dit Storværk!

Rise up! O Yahweh in strength your we will sing and we will sing praises might your.