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!

εἰς τὸ τέλος ψαλμὸς τῷ Δαυιδ κύριε ἐν τῇ δυνάμει σου εὐφρανθήσεται ὁ βασιλεὺς καὶ ἐπὶ τῷ σωτηρίῳ σου ἀγαλλιάσεται σφόδρα

2 The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)

τὴν ἐπιθυμίαν τῆς ψυχῆς αὐτοῦ ἔδωκας αὐτῷ καὶ τὴν θέλησιν τῶν χειλέων αὐτοῦ οὐκ ἐστέρησας αὐτόν διάψαλμα

3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.

ὅτι προέφθασας αὐτὸν ἐν εὐλογίαις χρηστότητος ἔθηκας ἐπὶ τὴν κεφαλὴν αὐτοῦ στέφανον ἐκ λίθου τιμίου

4 Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.

ζωὴν ᾐτήσατό σε καὶ ἔδωκας αὐτῷ μακρότητα ἡμερῶν εἰς αἰῶνα αἰῶνος

5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;

μεγάλη ἡ δόξα αὐτοῦ ἐν τῷ σωτηρίῳ σου δόξαν καὶ μεγαλοπρέπειαν ἐπιθήσεις ἐπ’ αὐτόν

6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;

ὅτι δώσεις αὐτῷ εὐλογίαν εἰς αἰῶνα αἰῶνος εὐφρανεῖς αὐτὸν ἐν χαρᾷ μετὰ τοῦ προσώπου σου

7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.

ὅτι ὁ βασιλεὺς ἐλπίζει ἐπὶ κύριον καὶ ἐν τῷ ἐλέει τοῦ ὑψίστου οὐ μὴ σαλευθῇ

8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.

εὑρεθείη ἡ χείρ σου πᾶσιν τοῖς ἐχθροῖς σου ἡ δεξιά σου εὕροι πάντας τοὺς μισοῦντάς σε

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:

θήσεις αὐτοὺς ὡς κλίβανον πυρὸς εἰς καιρὸν τοῦ προσώπου σου κύριος ἐν ὀργῇ αὐτοῦ συνταράξει αὐτούς καὶ καταφάγεται αὐτοὺς πῦρ

10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;

τὸν καρπὸν αὐτῶν ἀπὸ γῆς ἀπολεῖς καὶ τὸ σπέρμα αὐτῶν ἀπὸ υἱῶν ἀνθρώπων

11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.

ὅτι ἔκλιναν εἰς σὲ κακά διελογίσαντο βουλήν ἣν οὐ μὴ δύνωνται στῆσαι

12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.

ὅτι θήσεις αὐτοὺς νῶτον ἐν τοῖς περιλοίποις σου ἑτοιμάσεις τὸ πρόσωπον αὐτῶν

13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.

ὑψώθητι κύριε ἐν τῇ δυνάμει σου ᾄσομεν καὶ ψαλοῦμεν τὰς δυναστείας σου