1To the overcomer, for the lilies, the most loved song of learning of the sons of Korah. Mine heart hath told out a good word; I say my works to the king. My tongue is the pen of a writer; writing swiftly.
2Christ, thou art fairer in shape than the sons of men; grace is spread abroad in thy lips; therefore God blessed thee without end.
3Be thou gird with thy sword; on thy hip most mightily. Behold thou in thy shapeliness and thy fairness;