Psalm 45:1–16

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. Thou art fairer than the sons of men; grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever. Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O mighty one, in thy majesty and thy splendour; And in thy splendour ride prosperously, because of truth and meekness and righteousness: and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things. Thine 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. ⁹Kings’ daughters are among thine honourable women; upon thy right hand doth stand the queen in gold of Ophir.

¹⁰Hearken, daughter, and see, and incline thine ear; and forget thine own people and thy father’s house: ¹¹And the king will desire thy beauty; for he is thy Lord, and worship thou him. ¹²And the daughter of Tyre with a gift, the rich ones among the people, shall court thy favour. ¹³All glorious is the king’s daughter within; her clothing is of wrought gold: ¹⁴She shall be brought unto the king in raiment of embroidery; the virgins behind her, her companions, shall be brought in unto thee: ¹⁵With joy and gladness shall they be brought; they shall enter into the king’s palace. ¹⁶Instead of thy fathers shall be thy sons; princes shalt thou make them in all the earth.