PSALMS.
Chapter 21.
For the choir director; a psalm by David. The king finds joy in your strength, O Lord. What great joy he has in your victory! 
You gave him his heart’s desire. You did not refuse the prayer from his lips. Selah 
You welcomed him with the blessings of good things and set a crown of fine gold on his head. 
He asked you for life. You gave him a long life, forever and ever. 
Because of your victory his glory is great. You place splendor and majesty on him. 
Yes, you made him a blessing forever. You made him glad with the joy of your presence. 
Indeed, the king trusts the Lord, and through the mercy of the Most High, he will not be moved. 
Your hand will discover all your enemies. Your powerful hand will find all who hate you. 
When you appear, you will make them ⌞burn⌟ like a blazing furnace. The Lord will swallow them up in his anger. Fire will devour them. 
You will destroy their children from the earth and their offspring from among Adam’s descendants. 
Although they scheme and plan evil against you, they will not succeed. 
They turn their backs ⌞and flee⌟ because you aim your bow at their faces. 
Arise, O Lord, in your strength. We will sing and make music to praise your power. 
