PSALM 45
1For the lead player, on shoshanim, for the Korahites, a maskil, a song of love.
2My heart is astir with a goodly word.
I speak what I’ve made to the king.
My tongue is the pen of a rapid scribe.
3You are loveliest of the sons of man,
grace flows from your lips.
Therefore has God blessed you forever.
4Gird your sword on your thigh, O warrior,
your glory and your grandeur.
5And in your grandeur pass onward,
mount on a word of truth, humility and justice,
and let your right hand shoot forth terrors,
6your sharpened arrows—
peoples fall beneath you—
into the heart of the king’s enemies.
7Your throne of God is forevermore.
A scepter of right, your kingship’s scepter.
8You loved justice and hated evil.
Therefore did God your God anoint you
with oil of joy over your fellows.
9Myrrh and aloes and cassia
all your garments.
From ivory palaces
10Princesses are your cherished ones,
the consort stands at your right in gold of Ophir.
11Listen, princess, and look, incline your ear,
and forget your people, and your father’s house.
12And let the king yearn for your beauty,
for he is your master,
and bow down to him.
13Daughter of Tyre, with tribute
the people’s wealthy will court your favor.
14All the princess’s treasure is pearls,
filigree of gold her raiment.
15In embroidered stuff she is led to the king,
maidens in train, her companions.
16They are led in rejoicing and gladness,
they enter the palace,
brought to you, king.
17In your fathers’ stead your sons will be.
You will set them as princes in all the land.
18Let me make your name heard in all generations.
Therefore do peoples acclaim you forevermore.