Psalm 21:1 - The Message

^1-7 Your strength, God, is the king’s strength. Helped, he’s hollering Hosannas. You gave him exactly what he wanted; you didn’t hold back. You filled his arms with gifts; you gave him a right royal welcome. He wanted a good life; you gave it to him, and then made it a long life as a bonus. You lifted him high and bright as a cumulus cloud, then dressed him in rainbow colors. You pile blessings on him; you make him glad when you smile. Is it any wonder the king loves God? that he’s sticking with the Best?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

¹ The king shall joy in thy strength, O LORD; And in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice!

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

¹ THE KING [David] shall joy in Your strength, O Lord; and in Your salvation how greatly shall he rejoice!

American Standard Version (1901)

¹ The king shall joy in thy strength, O Jehovah; And in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice!

Common English Bible

¹ The king celebrates your strength, LORD; look how happy he is about your saving help!

Catholic Public Domain Version

¹ Unto the end. For the tasks of early morning. A Psalm of David.

Psalm 21:1 Referencias Cruzadas

Psalm 62:7

My help and glory are in God —granite-strength and safe-harbor-God— So trust him absolutely, people; lay your lives on the line for him. God is a safe place to be.

Psalm 99:4

Strong King, lover of justice, You laid things out fair and square; You set down the foundations in Jacob, Foundation stones of just and right ways. Honor God, our God; worship his rule! Holy. Yes, holy.

Psalm 95:1

Come, let’s shout praises to God, raise the roof for the Rock who saved us! Let’s march into his presence singing praises, lifting the rafters with our hymns!

Psalm 71:17

You got me when I was an unformed youth, God, and taught me everything I know. Now I’m telling the world your wonders; I’ll keep at it until I’m old and gray. God, don’t walk off and leave me until I get out the news Of your strong right arm to this world, news of your power to the world yet to come, Your famous and righteous ways, O God. God, you’ve done it all! Who is quite like you? You, who made me stare trouble in the face, Turn me around; Now let me look life in the face. I’ve been to the bottom; Bring me up, streaming with honors; turn to me, be tender to me, And I’ll take up the lute and thank you to the tune of your faithfulness, God. I’ll make music for you on a harp, Holy One of Israel. When I open up in song to you, I let out lungsful of praise, my rescued life a song. All day long I’m chanting about you and your righteous ways, While those who tried to do me in slink off looking ashamed.

Psalm 20:9

Make the king a winner, God; the day we call, give us your answer.