Psalm 45

1 My heart is astir with fine phrases, I make my song for a king:
    my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
2 You are the fairest of men, grace flows from your lips:
    therefore has God blessed you for ever and ever.
3 Gird your sword upon your thigh, O mighty warrior:
    in glory and majesty tread down your foes, and triumph!
4 Ride on in the cause of truth:
    and for the sake of justice.
5 Your right hand shall teach a terrible instruction:
    peoples shall fall beneath you, your arrows shall be sharp in the hearts of the king's enemies.
6 Your throne is the throne of God, it endures for ever:
    and the sceptre of your kingdom is a righteous sceptre.
7 You have loved righteousness and hated evil:
    therefore God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of gladness above your fellows.
8 All your garments are fragrant with myrrh, aloes and cassia:
    music from ivory palaces makes you glad.
9 Kings' daughters are among your noble women:
    the queen is at your right hand in gold of Ophir.
10 Hear, O daughter, consider and incline your ear:
    forget your own people and your father's house.
11 The king desires your beauty:
    he is your lord, therefore bow down before him.
12 The richest among the people, O daughter of Tyre:
    shall entreat your favour with gifts.
13 The king's daughter is all glorious within:
    her clothing is embroidered cloth-of-gold.
14 In robes of many colours she is led to you, O king:
    and, after her, the virgins that are with her.
15 They are led with gladness and rejoicing:
    they enter the palace of the king.
16 In place of your fathers you shall have sons:
    and make them princes over all the land.
17 And I will make known your name to every generation:
    therefore the peoples shall give you praise for ever.