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 Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. The king shall joy in thy strength, O LORD; and in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice!
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 withholden the request of his lips. (Selah)
3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
For thou preventest him with the blessings of goodness: thou settest a crown of fine gold on 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 length of days for ever and ever.
5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
His glory is great in thy salvation: honour and majesty dost thou lay upon him.
6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
For thou makest him most blessed for ever: thou makest him glad with joy in thy presence.
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 lovingkindness of the Most High he shall not be moved.
8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
Thine hand shall find out all thine enemies: thy right hand shall find out those 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 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.
10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
Their fruit shalt thou destroy from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.
11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
For they intended evil against thee: they imagined a device, which they are not able to perform.
12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
For thou shalt make them turn their back, thou shalt make ready with thy bowstrings against the face of them.
13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
Be thou exalted, O LORD, in thy strength: so will we sing and praise thy power.
