Psalms 21

²The desire of his heart Thou gavest to him, And the request of his lips Thou hast not withheld. Selah.

³For Thou puttest before him blessings of goodness, Thou settest on his head a crown of fine gold.

⁴Life he hath asked from Thee, Thou hast given to him — length of days, Age-during — and for ever.

⁵Great [is] his honour in Thy salvation, Honour and majesty Thou placest on him.

⁶For Thou makest him blessings for ever, Thou dost cause him to rejoice with joy, By Thy countenance.

⁷For the king is trusting in Jehovah, And in the kindness of the Most High He is not moved.

⁸Thy hand cometh to all Thine enemies, Thy right hand doth find Thy haters.

⁹Thou makest them as a furnace of fire, At the time of Thy presence. Jehovah in His anger doth swallow them, And fire doth devour them.

¹⁰Their fruit from earth Thou destroyest, And their seed from the sons of men.

¹¹For they stretched out against Thee evil, They devised a wicked device, they prevail not,

¹²For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

¹³Be Thou exalted, O Jehovah in, Thy strength, We sing and we praise Thy might!