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, O LORD; 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 withheld 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 meetest him with the blessings of goodness: thou settest 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, and thou gavest it to him, even 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 in thy salvation: honour 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.

For thou hast made him most blessed for ever: thou hast made him exceeding glad with 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 mercy 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 thy 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 oven in the time of thy anger: the LORD 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 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 are not able to perform.

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

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

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

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