Psalms 21

1 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.

To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. The king shall joy in thy strength, Jehovah; and in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice.

2 Thou hast youe to hym the desire of his herte; and thou hast not defraudid hym of the wille of hise lippis.

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

3 For thou hast bifor come hym in the blessyngis of swetnesse; thou hast set on his heed a coroun of preciouse stoon.

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

4 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.

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

5 His glorie is greet in thin helthe; thou schalt putte glorie, and greet fayrnesse on hym.

His glory is great through thy salvation; majesty and splendour hast thou laid upon him.

6 For thou schalt yyue hym in to blessing in to the world of world; thou schalt make hym glad in ioye with thi cheer.

For thou hast made him to be blessings for ever; thou hast filled him with joy by thy countenance.

7 For the kyng hopith in the Lord; and in the merci of the hiyeste he schal not be moued.

For the king confideth in Jehovah: and through the loving-kindness of the Most High he shall not be moved.

8 Thyn hond be foundun to alle thin enemyes; thi riythond fynde alle hem that haten thee.

Thy hand shall find out all thine enemies; thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.

9 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.

Thou shalt make them as a fiery furnace in the time of thy presence; Jehovah shall swallow them up in his anger, and the fire shall devour them:

10 Thou schalt leese the fruyt of hem fro erthe; and `thou schalt leese the seed of hem fro the sones of men.

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

11 For thei bowiden yuels ayens thee; thei thouyten counseils, whiche thei myyten not stablische.

For they intended evil against thee; they imagined a mischievous device, which they could not execute.

12 For thou schalt putte hem abac; in thi relifs thou schalt make redi the cheer of hem.

For thou wilt make them turn their back; thou wilt make ready thy bowstring against their face.

13 Lord, be thou enhaunsid in thi vertu; we schulen synge, and seie opinly thi vertues.

Be thou exalted, Jehovah, in thine own strength: we will sing and celebrate thy power.