Psalms 21

1 For the Leader. A Psalm of David. O LORD, in Thy strength the king rejoiceth; and in Thy salvation how greatly doth he exult!

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 Thou hast given him his heart's desire, and the request of his lips Thou hast not withholden. (Selah)

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

3 For Thou meetest him with choicest blessings; Thou settest a crown of fine 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 life of Thee, Thou gavest it him; even length of days for ever 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 His glory is great through Thy salvation; honour and majesty dost Thou lay upon him.

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

6 For Thou makest him most blessed for ever; Thou makest him glad with joy in Thy presence.

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 trusteth in the LORD, yea, in the mercy of the Most High; he shall not be moved.

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

8 Thy hand shall be equal to all thine enemies; thy right hand shall overtake those that hate thee.

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

9 Thou shalt make them as a fiery furnace in the time of thine anger; the LORD shall swallow them up in His wrath, and the fire shall devour them.

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 Their fruit shalt thou destroy from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.

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

11 For they intended evil against thee, they imagined a device, wherewith they shall not prevail.

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

12 For thou shalt make them turn their back, thou shalt make ready with thy bowstrings against the face of them.

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

13 Be Thou exalted, O LORD, in Thy strength; so will we sing and praise Thy power.

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