Psalm 21

The king rejoices in your strength, O Lord; *

how greatly he exults in your victory!

You have given him his heart’s desire; *

you have not denied him the request of his lips.

For you meet him with blessings of prosperity, *

and set a crown of fine gold upon his head.

He asked you for life, and you gave it to him: *

length of days, for ever and ever.

His honor is great, because of your victory; *

splendor and majesty have you bestowed upon him.

For you will give him everlasting felicity *

and will make him glad with the joy of your presence.

For the king puts his trust in the Lord; *

because of the loving-kindness of the Most High, he will not fall.

Your hand will lay hold upon all your enemies; *

your right hand will seize all those who hate you.

You will make them like a fiery furnace *

at the time of your appearing, O Lord;

You will swallow them up in your wrath, *

and fire shall consume them.

You will destroy their offspring from the land *

and their descendants from among the peoples of the earth.