Psalm 21

I rejoice in your strength, Holy One;

overjoyed by the victories you grant!

You have given me my heart's desire,

and you have never refused my requests.

You greet me with rich blessings

and crown me with pure gold.

I ask you for life, and you grant it;

length of days, and you give me life everlasting …

You glorify me by granting victory;

you bestow splendor and majesty.

You grant endless blessings:

the joy of your presence.

I trust you, my Guardian;

the steadfast love of the Most High

is the ground of my being.

Your hand will encircle all of your adversaries;

your right hand will possess your opponents …

When you prepare the final battle

you will refine us as precious metal in a blazing furnace.

The Holy One swallows profound sorrow.

Godde's burning desire will consume

the legacy of enmity; hostility will disappear.

Evil plots and wicked schemes cannot succeed.

Yet we turn our backs to you;
ignoring your signs of displeasure.

Let us exalt your strength, Holy One;
let us sing and praise you for your power.