Psalm 45
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 king’s 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 father’s 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 king’s 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.