A thanksgiving for victory.
Psalms 21:1 Lorde, how ioyfull is the kynge in yi strength? O how exceadinge glad is he of thy sauynge health? Psalms 21:2 Thou hast geuen him his hertes desyre, & hast not put him fro the request of his lippes. Psalms 21:3 Sela. For thou hast preueted him wt liberall blessinges, & set a crowne of golde vpon his heade. Psalms 21:4 He asked life of the, & thou gauest him a longe life, eue for euer & euer. Psalms 21:5 His honoure is greate in thy sauynge health, glory and greate worshipe shalt thou laye vpon him. Psalms 21:6 For thou shalt geue him euerlastige felicite, & make him glad wt the ioye of yi coutenauce.
Confidence of further success.
Psalms 21:7 And why? because the kinge putteth his trust in the LORDE, & in the mercy of the most hiest he shal not myscary. Psalms 21:8 Let all thine enemies fele thy honde, let thy right honde fynde out all the yt hate the. Psalms 21:9 Thou shalt make the like a fyre ouen in tyme of thy wrath: the LORDE shal destroye the in his displeasure, & the fyre shall consume them. Psalms 21:10 Their frute shalt thou rote out of the earth, & their sede fro amoge the childre of men. Psalms 21:11 For they inteded myschefe agaynst the, & ymagined soch deuyces, as they were not able to perfourme. Psalms 21:12 Therfore shalt thou put the to flight, & with thy stringes thou shalt make ready thine arowes agaynst the faces off them. Psalms 21:13 Be thou exalted (LORDE) in thine owne strength, so wil we synge and prayse thy power.