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 Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
2 Thou hast youe to hym the desire of his herte; and thou hast not defraudid hym of the wille of hise lippis.
The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (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 wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
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.
Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
5 His glorie is greet in thin helthe; thou schalt putte glorie, and greet fayrnesse on hym.
Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay 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 wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer 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, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
8 Thyn hond be foundun to alle thin enemyes; thi riythond fynde alle hem that haten thee.
Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who 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 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 Thou schalt leese the fruyt of hem fro erthe; and `thou schalt leese the seed of hem fro the sones of men.
Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
11 For thei bowiden yuels ayens thee; thei thouyten counseils, whiche thei myyten not stablische.
For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
12 For thou schalt putte hem abac; in thi relifs thou schalt make redi the cheer of hem.
For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
13 Lord, be thou enhaunsid in thi vertu; we schulen synge, and seie opinly thi vertues.
Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
