To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves.
1 My mind moves in pleasant speech: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
2 You are fairer than the children of men: grace is poured into your lips: therefore God has blessed you to the Kingdom Age.
3 Gird your sword upon your thigh, Oh most mighty, with your glory and your majesty.
4 And in your majesty ride prosperously because of truth and meekness and righteousness; and your right hand shall teach you terrible things.
5 your arrows are sharp in the heart of the king's enemies; whereby the people fall under you.
6 your throne, Oh God, is to the Age of the Ages. The scepter of Your Kingdom is a level scepter.
7 You love righteousness, and hate wickedness: therefore God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of gladness above your fellows.
8 All your garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made you glad.
9 Kings' daughters were among your honorable women: upon your right hand did stand the queen in gold of Ophir.
10 Listen, Oh daughter, and consider, and incline your ear; forget also your own people, and your father's house;
11 So shall the king greatly desire your beauty: for he is your Lord; and worship you him.
12 And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift; even the rich among the people shall entreat your favor.
13 The king's daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold.
14 She shall be brought to the king in raiment of needlework: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought to you.
15 With gladness and rejoicing they shall be brought: they shall enter into the king's palace.
16 Instead of your fathers shall be your children, whom you may make princes in all the Earth.
17 I will make your name to be remembered through the Age of the Ages; therefore the people shall praise you to the Age of the Ages.