Psalms 45:1-8

¹To the chief Musician. Upon Shoshannim. Of the sons of Korah. An instruction; — a song of the Beloved. My heart is welling forth with a good matter: I say what I have composed touching the king. My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

²Thou art fairer than the sons of men; grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.

³Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O mighty one, in thy majesty and thy splendour;

⁴And in thy splendour ride prosperously, because of truth and meekness and righteousness: and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things.

⁵Thine arrows are sharp — peoples fall under thee — in the heart of the king's enemies.

⁶Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever; a sceptre of uprightness is the sceptre of thy kingdom:

⁷Thou hast loved righteousness, and hated wickedness; therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy companions.

⁸Myrrh and aloes, cassia, are all thy garments; out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made thee glad.