¶ The. xxi. Psalme.
¶ To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauid. [unspec A]
THe kynge shal reioyce in thy strength,* 1.1 O Lorde, exceadynge glad shall he be of thy saluacyon. Thou hast geuen hym his hertes desyre, and hast nat denyed hym the request of his lyppes. Sela. For thou shalt preuente hym with the blessynges of goodnes, and shalte set a crowne of pure golde vpon his heade. He asked lyfe of the, and thou gauest hym a longe lyfe, euen for euer and euer. His honoure is greate in thy saluacyon: glory and great worshipe shalt thou laye vpon hym. For thou shalt geue hym euerlastynge felycite, and make hym glad with the ioye of thy coūtenaunce. bycause the kynge putteth his trust in the [unspec B] Lorde, and in the mercy of the most hyest he shal nat myscary. All thyne enemyes shal fele thy hande: thy ryght hande shall fynde out them that hate the. Thou shalt make them lyke a fyrie ouen in tyme of thy wrath the Lorde shal destroye them in his displea¦sure, and the fyre shall consume them.
Theyr frute shalt thou destroy out of the earth, and theyr sede from amonge the chyl¦dren of men. For they intended myschefe agaynst the, and ymagyned suche a deuyce, as they are nat able to perfourme. Ther∣fore shalte thou put them to flyght, and the strynges of thy bowe shalt thou make redy agaynste the faces of them. Be thou ex∣alted, Lorde, in thyne owne streyngth: so wyll we synge and prayse thy power.