To the chiefe musition, a psalme of Dauid. The kyng ought to reioyce in thy strength O God: and he ought to be exceedyng glad of thy saluation.

Thou hast geuen him his heartes desire: and hast not denied him the request of his lippes. Selah.

For thou hast preuented him with good blessinges: and hast set a crowne of pure golde vpon his head.

He asked life of thee, and thou gauest him long dayes: euen for euer and euer.

His honour is great through thy saluation: thou hast layde glorie and great worship vpon him.

For thou hast placed him to be blessinges for euer: and hast made him glad with the ioy of thy countenaunce.

Because the king trusteth in God, and in the mercie of the most highest: he shal not miscarie.

Thine hande wyll finde out all thine enemies: thy right hande wyll finde out them that hate thee.

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.

Thou wilt roote their fruite out of the earth: and their seede from among the children of men.

For they intended mischiefe agaynst thee, and imagined a craftie deuice: but they coulde not bring it to passe.

Therfore thou wilt put them to flight: and direct thine arrowes agaynst their faces.

Be thou exalted O God accordyng to thine owne might: so we wyll sing, and with psalmes we wyll prayse thy power.