En kongelig bryllupssang
1Til korlederen: En kærlighedssang af Koras slægt. Synges til melodien „Liljerne”.
2Jeg har en skøn sang i mit hjerte,
og jeg vil synge den til ære for kongen.
Jeg bruger min stemme til at udtrykke mine tanker,
som skriveren bruger pen og blæk.
3Du er umådelig smuk, herre konge,
din stemme er dejlig at høre på,
for Guds velsignelse er over dig.
4Spænd sværdet om livet, du mægtige helt,
stå frem i din herlighed og pragt.
5Når du rider af sted på den kongelige hest,
kæmper du for sandhed og ret.
Da vil du opleve en mægtig sejr.
6Dine pile er skarpe,
de vil ramme dine fjender i hjertet.
Hære vil falde for dine fødder.
7Dit rige, herre,45,7 Eller: „Gud”. Det hebraiske ord elohim bruges både om Gud, om guder og om konger eller andre, der anses for at repræsentere Gud. Her er der nok tale om den ideelle konge, og verset er blevet fortolket som henvendt til Messias, jf. Hebr. 1,8. skal bestå for evigt,
du regerer med retfærdighed.
8Du elsker det gode og hader det onde.
Derfor har Gud udvalgt og salvet dig
med glædens olie frem for andre.
9Dine klæder dufter af myrra, aloe og kassia,
du glædes ved strengespil i dit elfenbensudsmykkede palads.
10De skønne prinsesser kommer dig i møde,
din kommende dronning er på vej,
smykket med Ofir-guld.
11Hør, min datter, du kongelige brud,
tag afsked med dit land og dit folk.
12Kongen begærer dig, du skønne.
Vis ham ære, for han er din herre.
13Rige folk fra Tyrus vil komme med gaver
og søge at vinde din gunst.
14Hvor er kongens brud dog bedårende,
kjolen er smykket med perler og guld.
15Hun føres til kongen i al sin pragt,
fulgt af sine brudepiger.
16De stråler af glæde, mens de går i procession,
langsomt kommer de ind i bryllupssalen.
17Dine sønner skal videreføre din kongeslægt.
Du skal gøre dem til fyrster ud over landet.
18Du vil blive hyldet i mange lande,
på grund af min sang vil du altid blive husket.
Psalm 45
For the director of music. A maskil of the Sons of Korah. A wedding song to the tune of “Lilies.”
1My heart is full of beautiful words
as I say my poem for the king.
My tongue is like the pen of a skillful writer.
2You are the most excellent of men.
Your lips have been given the ability to speak gracious words.
God has blessed you forever.
3Mighty one, put your sword at your side.
Put on glory and majesty as if they were your clothes.
4In your majesty ride out with power
to fight for what is true, humble and fair.
Let your right hand do wonderful things.
5Shoot your sharp arrows into the hearts of your enemies.
Let the nations come under your control.
6Your throne is the very throne of God.
Your kingdom will last for ever and ever.
You will rule by treating everyone fairly.
7You love what is right and hate what is evil.
So your God has placed you above your companions.
He has filled you with joy by pouring the sacred oil on your head.
8Myrrh and aloes and cassia make all your robes smell good.
In palaces decorated with ivory
the music played on stringed instruments makes you glad.
9Daughters of kings are among the women you honor.
At your right hand is the royal bride dressed in gold from Ophir.
10Royal bride, listen and pay careful attention.
Forget about your people and the home you came from.
11Let the king be charmed by your beauty.
Honor him. He is now your master.
12The people of Tyre will come with gifts.
Wealthy people will try to gain your favor.
13In her room, the princess looks glorious.
Her gown has gold threads running through it.
14Dressed in beautiful clothes, she is led to the king.
Her virgin companions follow her.
They have been brought to be with her.
15They are led in with joy and gladness.
They enter the palace of the king.
16Your sons will rule just as your father and grandfather did.
You will make them princes through the whole land.
17I will make sure that people will always remember you.
The nations will praise you for ever and ever.
