Psalms 21
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
In finem, Psalmus David. Domine in virtute tua lætabitur rex: et super salutare tuum exultabit vehementer.
2 The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
Desiderium cordis eius tribuisti ei: et voluntate labiorum eius non fraudasti eum.
3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
Quoniam prævenisti eum in benedictionibus dulcedinis: posuisti in capite eius coronam de lapide pretioso.
4 Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Vitam petiit a te: et tribuisti ei longitudinem dierum in sæculum, et in sæculum sæculi.
5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
Magna est gloria eius in salutari tuo: gloriam et magnum decorem impones super eum.
6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
Quoniam dabis eum in benedictionem in sæculum sæculi: lætificabis eum in gaudio cum vultu tuo.
7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
Quoniam rex sperat in Domino: et in misericordia Altissimi non commovebitur.
8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
Inveniatur manus tua omnibus inimicis tuis: dextera tua inveniat omnes, qui te oderunt.
9 Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:
Pones eos ut clibanum ignis in tempore vultus tui: Dominus in ira sua conturbabit eos, et devorabit eos ignis.
10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
Fructum eorum de terra perdes: et semen eorum a filiis hominum.
11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
Quoniam declinaverunt in te mala; cogitaverunt consilia, quæ non potuerunt stabilire.
12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
Quoniam pones eos dorsum: in reliquiis tuis præparabis vultum eorum.
13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
Exaltare Domine in virtute tua: cantabimus et psallemus virtutes tuas.
