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 Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!

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 withheld. (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 wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set 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, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.

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

Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay 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 wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;

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, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.

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 find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who 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 make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:

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

Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons 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 have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.

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

For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.

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

Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.