To the Preeminent Musician,

The Superintendent of Temple Services

 

A Mizmor of David

(Psalm 21)

 

YaHUWaH,

In Your splendor and strength

Melek, the King,

Will leap for joy!

In Your YESHUAH—

How You set at liberty,

How You enlarge the space

For the feet—

How, in this,

He will greatly dance

And make merry!

 

As a mark of Your covenant,

As a guarantee

Of the firmly fixed inheritance,

You bestowed upon Him

The object of His desire

And the ornament of His delight.

You have not kept back

Or withheld

His wages,

Nor the request of His lips.

 

Selah.

 

From ancient times,

You went in and out

Before Him.

You knelt and placed

A gift at His feet,

The favor of ALOHIM:

You have granted Him

All manner of prosperity and good.

You have prepared

A royal diadem

For His head,

Even a crown of purest gold.

 

He requested to exist,

And You gave it—

Part from the whole—

Of the inheritance

You bestowed

A length of days

To extend

As far as the eye

Can see or perceive,

To the edge of the horizon

And beyond,

Progressing in time and space

In perpetuity.

 

Great in magnitude,

Extensive in scope,

His splendor

And His honor

Exist in Your Yeshuah;

Behold, You have firmly fixed,

You have set in place,

The ornament of majesty

Over Him.

 

You have arranged in order,

You have stooped

To place a gift at His feet.

You have established Him

As a benediction of good,

As a treaty of peace,

In perpetuity,

From ancient times

Through the continuing future.

You set before Him

Joyful banquets

And loving pleasures.

You caused Him to rejoice

Before Your face.

 

For Melek, the King is secure.

He fears nothing for Himself,

Because He has placed

His confidence upon YaHUWaH,

The Self-Existent Eternal One

Doth bear the burden.

He abides

In the favor of ELYON.

He shall not totter

Or be shaken.

Indeed, the mountains

May move,

But He will not.

 

You will search out,

You will discover

All who oppose You—

The adversaries.

Your right shall reach out,

Shall lay hold

Upon Your haters.

You have appointed unto them

A fire-pot,

A furnace of Your fury.

Lightnings,

Burning destructions,

Shall overtake them

On the occasion

When anger rises hotly

In Your face—

O, YaHUWaH,

When He breathes heavily

In His wrath

Fire shall engulf them,

With burning flames

Shall they be consumed.

 

The result of their labors—

Their offspring—

Like a beast in the wilderness,

Shall wander,

Lost,

Upon ha’eretz, the earth;

The seed which they have sown

Shall You cause to perish

From among the children of A’dam.

 

For they pitched their tents

Against You;

They stretched out

Their encampment

Upon Your territory.

They computed corrupt plans;

Perverse are their designs—

Crafted and executed

With pernicious intent.

These shall not prevail.

 

When they array themselves

You shall grab them

By the neck

And turn them back.

You will ready Your bow,

You shall fix Your arrows

Upon the string.

You aim

Toward their faces.

 

Rise up,

O, YeHuWah!

Be exalted!

As we experience

Your firmly fixed pathway,

We shall rejoice!

We shall play

Upon musical instruments,

Yes, we shall stroll about singing

In praise

Of Your splendor

And Your strength.

We will loudly proclaim,

For Yours is the victory!