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!

To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. Jehovah, in Thy strength is the king joyful, In Thy salvation how greatly he rejoiceth.

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

The desire of his heart Thou gavest to him, And the request of his lips Thou hast not withheld. (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 puttest before him blessings of goodness, Thou settest on his head a crown of fine gold.

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

Life he hath asked from Thee, Thou hast given to him — length of days, Age-during — and for ever.

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

Great [is] his honour in Thy salvation, Honour and majesty Thou placest on him.

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

For Thou makest him blessings for ever, Thou dost cause him to rejoice with joy, By 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 is trusting in Jehovah, And in the kindness of the Most High He is not moved.

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

Thy hand cometh to all Thine enemies, Thy right hand doth find Thy haters.

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 makest them as a furnace of fire, At the time of Thy presence. Jehovah in His anger doth swallow them, And fire doth devour them.

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

Their fruit from earth Thou destroyest, And their seed 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 stretched out against Thee evil, They devised a wicked device, they prevail not,

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

For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

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

Be Thou exalted, O Jehovah in, Thy strength, We sing and we praise Thy might!