PSALM 45

To the choirmaster: according to Lilies. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah a love song.

1 My heart overflows with a goodly theme;

I address my verses to the king;

my tongue is like the pen of a ready scribe.

2 You are the fairest of the sons of men;

grace is poured upon your lips;

therefore God has blessed you for ever.

3 Gird your sword upon your thigh, O mighty one,

in your glory and majesty!

4 In your majesty ride forth victoriously

for the cause of truth and to defendg the right;

let your right hand teach you dread deeds!

5 Your arrows are sharp

in the heart of the king’s enemies;

the peoples fall under you.

6 Your divine throneh endures for ever and ever.

Your royal scepter is a scepter of equity;

7 you love righteousness and hate wickedness.

Therefore God, your God, has anointed you

with the oil of gladness above your fellows;

8 your robes are all fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia.

From ivory palaces stringed instruments make you glad;

9 daughters of kings are among your ladies of honor;

at your right hand stands the queen in gold of Ophir.

10 Hear, O daughter, consider, and incline your ear;

forget your people and your father’s house;

11 and the king will desire your beauty.

Since he is your lord, bow to him;

12 the peoplei of Tyre will sue your favor with gifts,

the richest of the people

13 with all kinds of wealth.

The princess is decked in her chamber with gold-woven robes;j

14 in many-colored robes she is led to the king,

with her virgin companions, her escort,* in her train.

15 With joy and gladness they are led along

as they enter the palace of the king.

16 Instead of your fathers shall be your sons;

you will make them princes in all the earth.

17 I will cause your name to be celebrated in all generations;

therefore the peoples will praise you for ever and ever.