Psalms 21

1 To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. Jehovah, in Thy strength is the king joyful, In Thy salvation how greatly he rejoiceth.

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.

2 The desire of his heart Thou gavest to him, And the request of his lips Thou hast not withheld. (Selah)

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

3 For Thou puttest before him blessings of goodness, Thou settest on his head a crown of fine gold.

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

4 Life he hath asked from Thee, Thou hast given to him — length of days, Age-during — and for ever.

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.

5 Great [is] his honour in Thy salvation, Honour and majesty Thou placest on him.

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

6 For Thou makest him blessings for ever, Thou dost cause him to rejoice with joy, By Thy countenance.

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

7 For the king is trusting in Jehovah, And in the kindness of the Most High He is not moved.

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

8 Thy hand cometh to all Thine enemies, Thy right hand doth find Thy haters.

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

9 Thou makest them as a furnace of fire, At the time of Thy presence. Jehovah in His anger doth swallow them, And fire doth devour them.

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.

10 Their fruit from earth Thou destroyest, And their seed from the sons of men.

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

11 For they stretched out against Thee evil, They devised a wicked device, they prevail not,

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

12 For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

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

13 Be Thou exalted, O Jehovah in, Thy strength, We sing and we praise Thy might!

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