Psalms 21

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

Til Sangmesteren. En Salme af David.

2 You have granted him the desire of his soul, and have not withheld from him the request of his lips. (Pause)

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

3 For you have prevented him with blessings of goodness: you has set upon his head a crown of precious stone.

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

4 He asked life of you, and you gave him 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 your salvation: you will crown him with glory and majesty.

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

6 For you will give him a blessing for ever and ever: you will gladden him with joy with your countenance.

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

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

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

8 Let your hand be found by all your enemies: let your right hand find all that hate you.

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

9 You shall make them as a fiery oven at the time of your presence: the Lord shall trouble them in his anger, and fire shall devour them.

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

10 You shall destroy their fruit from the earth, and their seed from [among] the sons 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 evils against you; they imagined a device which they shall by no means be able to perform.

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

12 For you shall make them [turn their] back in your latter end, you will prepare their face.

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

13 Be you exalted, O Lord, in your strength: we will sing and praise your mighty acts.

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!