Psalms 21

1 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!

“For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.” The king rejoiceth in thy strength, O LORD! Yea, he doth greatly exult in thy protection.

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

Thou hast given him his heart's desire, And hast not denied him the request of his lips. (Pause)

3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.

Yea, thou hast met him with rich blessings, Thou hast placed a crown of pure gold upon his head.

4 Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.

He asked life of thee; thou gavest it him; Even long life, enduring for ever.

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

Great is his glory through thine aid; Honor and majesty hast thou laid upon him.

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

Thou hast made him blessed for evermore; Thou hast made him glad with the joy of thy countenance.

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

For the king trusteth in the LORD; And through the goodness of the Most High he shall never fall.

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

Thy hand shall overtake all thine enemies; Thy right hand shall overtake them that hate thee.

9 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:

Thou wilt make them like a burning oven in the time of thine anger; Jehovah shall swallow them up in his wrath, And the fire shall devour them.

10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;

Their offspring shalt thou destroy from the earth, And their posterity from the sons of men.

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

For they spread a net of mischief against thee; They devised plots against thee, but they did not prevail.

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

Therefore thou wilt cause them to turn their backs; Thou wilt make ready thine arrows upon the strings against them.

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

Exalt thyself, O LORD! by thy strength! So will we sing, and praise thy mighty deeds.