Psalms 21

1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. The king will be glad in your strength, O Lord; how great will be his delight in your salvation!

“To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” O Lord, because of thy strength will the king rejoice; and through thy salvation how greatly will he be glad!

2 You have given him his heart's desire, and have not kept back the request of his lips. (Selah)

The longing of his heart hast thou given him, and the request of his lips hast thou not withholden. (Selah)

3 For you go before him with the blessings of good things: you put a crown of fair gold on his head.

For thou meetest him unasked with the blessings of happiness: thou settest on his head a crown of pure gold.

4 He made request to you for life, and you gave it to him, long life for ever and ever.

Life hath he asked of thee, thou gavest it to him, length of days for ever and ever.

5 His glory is great in your salvation: honour and authority have you put on him.

Great is his honor through thy help: glory and majesty thou layest upon him.

6 For you have made him a blessing for ever: you have given him joy in the light of your face.

For thou appointest him to be a blessing for ever: thou makest him glad with joy from thy presence.

7 For the king has faith in the Lord, and through the mercy of the Most High he will not be moved.

For the king trusteth in the Lord; and through the kindness of the Most High shall he not be moved.

8 Your hand will make a search for all your haters; your right hand will be hard on all those who are against you.

Thy hand will reach all thy enemies: thy right hand will reach those that hate thee.

9 You will make them like a flaming oven before you; the Lord in his wrath will put an end to them, and they will be burned up in the fire.

Thou wilt render them as a fiery oven at the time of thy anger: the Lord in his wrath will destroy them, and a fire will devour them.

10 Their fruit will be cut off from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.

Their fruit wilt thou cause to perish from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.

11 For their thoughts were bitter against you: they had an evil design in their minds, which they were not able to put into effect.

For they directed against thee evil: they devised a mischievous purpose, which they were not able to perform.

12 Their backs will be turned when you make ready the cords of your bow against their faces.

For thou wilt make them turn their back; upon thy bow-strings thou wilt make ready [thy arrows] against their face.

13 Be lifted up, O Lord, in your strength; so will we make songs in praise of your power.

Exalt thyself, O Lord, in thy strength; [and] we will sing and praise thy power.