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.

“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 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 denied him the request of his lips. (Pause)

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

Yea, thou hast met him with rich blessings, Thou hast placed a crown of pure gold upon 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; Even long life, enduring for ever.

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

Great is his glory through thine aid; Honor and majesty 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.

Thou hast made him blessed for evermore; Thou hast made him glad with the joy of 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 trusteth in the LORD; And through the goodness of the Most High he shall never fall.

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

Thy hand shall overtake all thine enemies; Thy right hand shall overtake them 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 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 Thou schalt leese the fruyt of hem fro erthe; and `thou schalt leese the seed of hem fro the sones of men.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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