Psalms 21

1 For the music director. A psalm of David. The king celebrates your strength, Lord; he is so happy you made him victorious!

To victorie, the salm of Dauid. Lord, the kyng schal be glad in thi vertu; and he schal ful out haue ioye greetli on thin helthe.

2 You gave him everything he wanted; you didn't hold anything back he asked for.

Thou hast youe to hym the desire of his herte; and thou hast not defraudid hym of the wille of hise lippis.

3 You welcomed him on his return with special blessings; you placed a crown of pure gold on his head.

For thou hast bifor come hym in the blessyngis of swetnesse; thou hast set on his heed a coroun of preciouse stoon.

4 He asked you to give him a good life, and you gave him a long life, forever and ever.

He axide of thee lijf, and thou yauest to hym; the lengthe of daies in to the world, `and in to the world of world.

5 Your victories brought him great glory; you granted him splendor and majesty.

His glorie is greet in thin helthe; thou schalt putte glorie, and greet fayrnesse on hym.

6 You give him blessings forever. He is full of joy because you are with him.

For thou schalt yyue hym in to blessing in to the world of world; thou schalt make hym glad in ioye with thi cheer.

7 For the king trusts in the Lord; he stands firm because of the trustworthy love of the Most High.

For the kyng hopith in the Lord; and in the merci of the hiyeste he schal not be moued.

8 You, the king, will find and capture all your enemies; you will seize everyone who hates you.

Thyn hond be foundun to alle thin enemyes; thi riythond fynde alle hem that haten thee.

9 When you appear on the scene you will burn them up like in a furnace; the Lord in his anger will destroy them, burning them up with fire.

Thou schalt putte hem as a furneis of fier in the tyme of thi cheer; the Lord schal disturble hem in his ire, and fier schal deuoure hem.

10 You will wipe out their children from the earth, their descendants from humankind.

Thou schalt leese the fruyt of hem fro erthe; and `thou schalt leese the seed of hem fro the sones of men.

11 Though they plot evil against you, their malicious schemes will not succeed.

For thei bowiden yuels ayens thee; thei thouyten counseils, whiche thei myyten not stablische.

12 They will turn and run away when they see your arrows fired at them.

For thou schalt putte hem abac; in thi relifs thou schalt make redi the cheer of hem.

13 Rise up, Lord, for you are strong! We will sing and praise your power!

Lord, be thou enhaunsid in thi vertu; we schulen synge, and seie opinly thi vertues.