My heart is astir with fine phrases, I make my song for a king :
my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are the fairest of the sons of men, grace flows from your lips :
therefore has God blessed you for ever and ever.
Gird your sword upon your thigh, O mighty warrior :
in glory and majesty tread down your foes, and triumph!
Ride on in the cause of truth :
and for the sake of justice.
Your right hand shall teach a terrible instruction :
peoples shall fall beneath you,
your arrows shall be sharp in the hearts of the kings enemies.
Your throne is the throne of God, it endures for ever :
and the sceptre of your kingdom is a righteous sceptre.
You have loved righteousness and hated evil :
therefore God, your God, has anointed you
with the oil of gladness above your fellows.
All your garments are fragrant with myrrh, aloes and cassia :
music from ivory palaces makes you glad.
Kings daughters are among your noble women :
the queen is at your right hand in gold of Ophir.
Hear, O daughter, consider and incline your ear :
forget your own people and your fathers house.
The king desires your beauty :
he is your lord, therefore bow down before him.
The richest among the people, O daughter of Tyre :
shall entreat your favour with gifts.
The kings daughter is all glorious within :
her clothing is embroidered cloth-of-gold.
In robes of many colours she is led to you, O king :
and, after her, the virgins that are with her.
They are led with gladness and rejoicing :
they enter the palace of the king.
In place of your fathers you shall have sons :
and make them princes over all the land.
And I will make known your name to every generation :
therefore the peoples shall give you praise for ever.