Psalms 21
1 “To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” O Lord, because of thy strength will the king rejoice; and through thy salvation how greatly will he be glad!
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 The longing of his heart hast thou given him, and the request of his lips hast thou 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 unasked with the blessings of happiness: thou settest on his head a crown of pure gold.
For thou hast bifor come hym in the blessyngis of swetnesse; thou hast set on his heed a coroun of preciouse stoon.
4 Life hath he asked of thee, thou gavest it to him, 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 Great is his honor through thy help: glory and majesty thou layest upon him.
His glorie is greet in thin helthe; thou schalt putte glorie, and greet fayrnesse on hym.
6 For thou appointest him to be a blessing for ever: thou makest him glad with joy from 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; and through the kindness of the Most High shall he 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 will reach all thy enemies: thy right hand will reach those that hate thee.
Thyn hond be foundun to alle thin enemyes; thi riythond fynde alle hem that haten thee.
9 Thou wilt render them as a fiery oven at the time of thy anger: the Lord in his wrath will destroy them, and a fire will 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 wilt thou cause to perish 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 directed against thee evil: they devised a mischievous purpose, which they were not able to perform.
For thei bowiden yuels ayens thee; thei thouyten counseils, whiche thei myyten not stablische.
12 For thou wilt make them turn their back; upon thy bow-strings thou wilt make ready [thy arrows] against their face.
For thou schalt putte hem abac; in thi relifs thou schalt make redi the cheer of hem.
13 Exalt thyself, O Lord, in thy strength; [and] we will sing and praise thy power.
Lord, be thou enhaunsid in thi vertu; we schulen synge, and seie opinly thi vertues.
