Psalm 21. Domine, in virtute tua.

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