Psalms 45:1-14

¹For the leader; on shoshannim. Of the Korahites. A maskil. A love song. My heart is astir with beautiful words: I will sing a song, concerning the king, with tongue like the pen of a ready writer.

²Your beauty is more than mortal, grace is shed over your lips: therefore God has blessed you forever.

³Warrior, strap your sword on your thigh. What glory and splendour!

⁴Good fortune attend you, as forth you ride in the cause of good faith, and as champion of justice. May your arm instruct you in deeds of dread.

⁵Sharp are your arrows; nations fall under you: pierced to the heart are the foes of the king.

⁶Your throne shall endure for ever and ever your royal sceptre a sceptre of equity.

⁷Right you love and wrong you hate: therefore the Lord your God anoints you With oil of gladness above your fellows.

⁸With myrrh, aloes, and cassia your robes are all fragrant, you are gladdened by music of ivory harps.

⁹King's daughters stand ready with jewels for you, at your right hand the queen in gold of Ophir.

¹⁰Listen, daughter, and see; and incline your ear: forget your folk and your father's house.

¹¹And when the king desires your beauty, bow to him, for he is your lord.

¹²So shall the Tyrians come with gifts, and the richest of people will do you homage.

¹³The king's daughter is glorious altogether, with dress of pearls inwrought with gold.

¹⁴In many-coloured robes she is led to the king, with the virgin companions she brought in her train.