Psalms 21

1 Unto the end. A psalm for David. In thy strength, O Lord, the king shall joy; and in thy salvation he shall rejoice exceedingly.

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 from him the will of his lips.

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

3 For thou hast prevented him with blessings of sweetness: thou hast set on his head a crown of precious stones.

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: and thou hast given 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 in thy salvation: glory and great beauty shalt thou lay upon him.

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

6 For thou shalt give him to be a blessing for ever and ever: thou shalt make him joyful in gladness with thy countenance.

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

7 For the king hopeth in the Lord: and through the mercy 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 Let thy hand be found by all thy enemies: let thy right hand find out all them 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 an oven of fire, in the time of thy anger: the Lord shall trouble them in his wrath, and 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 have intended evils against thee: they have devised counsels which they have not been able to establish.

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

12 For thou shalt make them turn their back: in thy remnants thou shalt prepare 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, O Lord, in thy own strength: we will sing and praise thy power.

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