[1] The kyng ought to reioyce in thy strength O God: and he ought to be exceedyng glad of thy saluation[2]Thou hast geuen him his heartes desire: and hast not denied him the request of his lippes. Selah[3]For thou hast preuented him with good blessinges: and hast set a crowne of pure golde vpon his head[4]He asked life of thee, and thou gauest him long dayes: euen for euer and euer[5]His honour is great through thy saluation: thou hast layde glorie and great worship vpon him[6]For thou hast placed him to be blessinges for euer: and hast made him glad with the ioy of thy countenaunce[7]Because the king trusteth in God, and in the mercie of the most highest: he shal not miscarie[8]Thine hande wyll finde out all thine enemies: thy right hande wyll finde out them that hate thee[9]Thou wilt make them like a burnyng furnace in tyme of thy furie: God wyll destroy them in his wrath, and fire shall consume them[10]Thou wilt roote their fruite out of the earth: and their seede from among the children of men[11]For they intended mischiefe agaynst thee, and imagined a craftie deuice: [but] they coulde not [bring it to passe.[12]Therfore thou wilt put them to flight: [and] direct thine arrowes agaynst their faces[13]Be thou exalted O God accordyng to thine owne might: so we wyll sing, and with psalmes we wyll prayse thy power