Salme 21

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

For the end, a Psalm of David. O Lord, the king shall rejoice in thy strength; and in thy salvation he shall greatly exult.

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

Thou hast granted him the desire of his soul, and hast not withheld from him the request of his lips. (Pause)

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

For thou hast prevented him with blessings of goodness: thou has set upon his head a crown of precious stone.

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

He asked life of thee, and thou gavest him length of days for ever and ever.

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

His glory is great in thy salvation: thou wilt crown him with glory and majesty.

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

For thou wilt give him a blessing for ever and ever: thou wilt gladden him with joy with thy countenance.

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

For the king trusts in the Lord, and through the mercy of the Highest he shall not be moved.

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

Let thy hand be found by all thine enemies: let thy right hand find all that hate thee.

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

Thou shalt make them as a fiery oven at the time of thy presence: the Lord shall trouble them in his anger, and fire shall devour them.

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

Thou shalt destroy their fruit from the earth, and their seed from [among] the sons of men.

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

For they intended evils against thee; they imagined a device which they shall by no means be able to perform.

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

For thou shalt make them [turn their] back in thy latter end, thou wilt prepare their face.

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

Be thou exalted, O Lord, in thy strength: we will sing and praise thy mighty acts.