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.
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.