1To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. 2The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. *[*Selah.*]* 3For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold. 4Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond. 5Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him; 6For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance; 7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken. 8Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee. 9Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence,—Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire: 10Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men; 11For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish. 12For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face. 13Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.