3Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
4As to Thy majesty — prosper! — ride! Because of truth, and meekness — righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things.
5Thine arrows are sharp, — Peoples fall under Thee — In the heart of the enemies of the king.
6Thy throne, O God, is age-during, and for ever, A sceptre of uprightness Is the sceptre of Thy kingdom.
7Thou hast loved righteousness and hatest wickedness, Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee, Oil of joy above thy companions.
8Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.
9Daughters of kings are among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.