To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
1 O Lord, in your strength the king rejoices,
and in your salvation how greatly he exults!
and have not withheld the request of his lips. Selah
you set a crown of fine gold upon his head.
length of days forever and ever.
splendor and majesty you bestow on him.
you make him glad with the joy of your presence.
and through the steadfast love of the Most High he shall not be moved.
your right hand will find out those who hate you.
when you appear.
The Lord will swallow them up in his wrath,
and fire will consume them.
and their offspring from among the children of man.
though they devise mischief, they will not succeed.
you will aim at their faces with your bows.
We will sing and praise your power.