Psalm 21 Domine, in virtute tua.
THE King shall rejoice in thy strength, O LORD; * exceeding glad shall he be of thy salvation.
2Thou hast given him his heart’s desire, * and hast not denied him the request of his lips.
3For thou shalt meet him with the blessings of goodness, * and shalt set a crown of pure gold upon his head.
4He asked life of thee; and thou gavest him a long life, * even for ever and ever.
5His honour is great in thy salvation; * glory and great worship shalt thou lay upon him.
6For thou shalt give him everlasting felicity, * and make him glad with the joy of thy countenance.
7And why? because the King putteth his trust in the LORD; * and in the mercy of the Most Highest he shall not miscarry.
8All thine enemies shall feel thine hand; * thy right hand shall find out them that hate thee.
9Thou shalt make them like a fiery oven in time of thy wrath: * the LORD shall destroy them in his displeasure, and the fire shall consume them.
10Their fruit shalt thou root out of the earth, * and their seed from among the children of men.
11For they intended mischief against thee, * and imagined such a device as they are not able to perform.
12Therefore shalt thou put them to flight, * and the strings of thy bow shalt thou make ready against the face of them.
13Be thou exalted, LORD, in thine own strength; * so will we sing, and praise thy power.