Psalms 21

1 To 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!

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!

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

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

3 For thou hast met him with the blessings of goodness: thou hast set a crown of pure gold on his head.

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

4 He asked life of thee, [and] thou gavest [it] to him, [even] length of days for ever and ever.

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

5 His glory [is] great in thy salvation: honor and majesty hast thou laid upon him.

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

6 For thou hast made him most blessed for ever: thou hast made him exceeding glad with thy countenance.

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

7 For the king trusteth in the LORD, and through the mercy of the most High he shall not be moved.

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

8 Thy hand shall find out all thy enemies: thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.

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

9 Thou shalt make them as a fiery oven in the time of thy anger: the LORD shall swallow them up in his wrath, and the fire shall devour them.

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:

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

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

11 For they intended evil against thee: they imagined a mischievous device, [which] they are not able [to perform].

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

12 Therefore shalt thou make them turn their back, [when] thou shalt make ready [thy arrows] upon thy strings against the face of them.

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

13 Be thou exalted, LORD, in thy own strength: [so] will we sing and praise thy power.

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