Psalms 21

Great^{(i) 1} To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. The kynge shall reioyce in thy strength, O Lorde, exceadynge glad shall he be of thy saluacion. ² Thou hast geuen hym his hertes desyre, and hast not denyed him the request of hys lyppes. Sela. ³ For thou shalt preuente him with the blessynges of goodnes, and shalt set a crowne of pure golde vpon his head. ⁴ He asked lyfe of the, and thou gauest him a longe lyfe, euen for euer and euer. ⁵ Hys honoure is greate in thy saluacion: glory and greate worshyppe shalt thou laye vpon hym. ⁶ For thou shalt geue hym euerlastynge felycite, & make hym glad with the ioye of thy countenaunce. ⁷ And why? because the kynge putteth hys trust in the Lorde, and in the mercy of the most hyest he shall not my searye. ⁸ All thyne enemies shall fele thy hand: thy ryght hand shall fynde out them that hate the. ⁹ Thou shalt make them lyke a fyrye ouen in tyme of thy wrath: the Lorde shall destroye them in hys displeasure, and the fyre shall consume them. ¹⁰ Their frute shalt thou roote out of the earth, and theyr sede from amonge the chyldren of men. ¹¹ For they intended myschefe agaynst the, and ymagined soch a deuyce, as they are not able to perfourme. ¹² Therfore shalt thou put them to flyght, and the strynges of thy bowe shalt thou make ready agaynst the faces of them: ¹³ Be thou exalted, Lorde, in thyne awne strength: so wyll we synge and prayse thy power.