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.

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Psalm 45:1: My heart overflows with a pleasing theme; I address my verses to the king; my tongue is like the pen of a ready scribe.

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