Psalms 21
To the chief musician, a psalm of David.
1 2O Lord, because of thy strength will the king rejoice; and through thy salvation how greatly will he be glad! 3The longing of his heart hast thou given him, and the request of his lips hast thou not withholden. Selah. 4For thou meetest him unasked with the blessings of happiness: thou settest on his head a crown of pure gold. 5Life hath he asked of thee, thou gavest it to him, length of days for ever and ever. 6Great is his honor through thy help: glory and majesty thou layest upon him. 7For thou appointest him to be a blessing for ever: thou makest him glad with joy from thy presence. 8For the king trusteth in the Lord; and through the kindness of the Most High shall he not be moved. 9Thy hand will reach all thy enemies: thy right hand will reach those that hate thee. 10Thou wilt render them as a fiery oven at the time of thy anger: the Lord in his wrath will destroy them, and a fire will devour them. 11Their fruit wilt thou cause to perish from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men. 12For they directed against thee evil: they devised a mischievous purpose, which they were not able to perform. 13For thou wilt make them turn their back; upon thy bow-strings thou wilt make ready thy arrows against their face. Exalt thyself, O Lord, in thy strength; and we will sing and praise thy power.
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