Psalms 21

1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. The king shall joy in thy strength, Jehovah; and in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice.

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 Thou hast given him his heart's desire, and hast not withholden 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 thou hast met him with the blessings of goodness; thou hast set a crown of pure 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 asked life of thee; thou gavest [it] him, length of days 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 through thy salvation; majesty and splendour hast thou laid upon him.

Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;

6 For thou hast made him to be blessings for ever; thou hast filled him with joy by thy countenance.

For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;

7 For the king confideth in Jehovah: and through the loving-kindness of the Most High he shall not be moved.

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

8 Thy hand shall find out all thine enemies; thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.

Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.

9 Thou shalt make them as a fiery furnace in the time of thy presence; Jehovah shall swallow them up in his anger, and the fire shall devour them:

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 shalt thou destroy 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 they intended evil against thee; they imagined a mischievous device, which they could not execute.

For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.

12 For thou wilt make them turn their back; thou wilt make ready thy bowstring against their face.

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

13 Be thou exalted, Jehovah, in thine own strength: we will sing and celebrate thy power.

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