Psalm 21In Hebrew texts 21:1-13 is numbered 21:2-14.
For the director of music. A psalm of David.
1The king rejoices in your strength, Lord.
How great is his joy in the victories you give!
2You have granted him his heart’s desire
and have not withheld the request of his lips.21:2 The Hebrew has Selah (a word of uncertain meaning) here.
3You came to greet him with rich blessings
and placed a crown of pure gold on his head.
4He asked you for life, and you gave it to him—
length of days, for ever and ever.
5Through the victories you gave, his glory is great;
you have bestowed on him splendor and majesty.
6Surely you have granted him unending blessings
and made him glad with the joy of your presence.
7For the king trusts in the Lord;
through the unfailing love of the Most High
he will not be shaken.
8Your hand will lay hold on all your enemies;
your right hand will seize your foes.
9When you appear for battle,
you will burn them up as in a blazing furnace.
The Lord will swallow them up in his wrath,
and his fire will consume them.
10You will destroy their descendants from the earth,
their posterity from mankind.
11Though they plot evil against you
and devise wicked schemes, they cannot succeed.
12You will make them turn their backs
when you aim at them with drawn bow.
13Be exalted in your strength, Lord;
we will sing and praise your might.
Lovsang efter sejren
1Til korlederen: En sang af David.
2Herre, kongen glæder sig over din magt,
han råber af fryd over din sejr.
3Du har opfyldt hans hjertes ønske,
ikke nægtet ham, hvad han bad dig om.
4Du kom til ham med rige gaver.
Du satte en gylden krone på hans hoved.
5Han bad om din velsignelse over sit liv,
og du lovede ham et varigt dynasti.
6Du gav ham sejre og berømmelse,
du tildelte ham ære og værdighed.
7Din velsignelse følger ham altid,
dit nærvær fylder ham med usigelig glæde.
8Han stoler på Herren og skal aldrig snuble,
for den Almægtiges trofaste nåde bevarer ham.
9Du opsporer alle dine fjender,
tilintetgør enhver, som hader dig.
10Når du viser dig, brænder de op som i en ovn,
du opsluger dem i vrede, lader ild fortære dem.
11Du fjerner deres børn fra jordens overflade,
deres slægt dør fuldstændig ud.
12Selv om de sætter sig op imod dig,
vil deres onde planer ikke lykkes.
13De vender om og flygter,
når du sender dine pile.
14Rejs dig, Herre, i din vældige styrke.
Med sang og spil vil vi lovprise din magt.
