Psalms

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lilies.” A Maskil of the sons of Korah. A love song.

1My heart is stirred by a noble themeas I recite my verses to the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.

2You are the most handsome of men;grace has anointed your lips; therefore God has blessed you forever.

3Strap your sword at your side, O mighty warrior;appear in your majesty and splendor.

4In your splendor ride forth in victoryon behalf of truth and humility and justice; may your right hand show your awesome deeds.

5Your arrows pierce the hearts of the king’s foes;the nations fall beneath your feet.

6Your throne, O God, endures forever and ever,and justice is the scepter of Your kingdom.

7You have loved righteousnessand hated wickedness;therefore God, your God, has anointed youabove your companions with the oil of joy.

8All your garments are fragrantwith myrrh and aloes and cassia; from palaces of ivory the harps make you glad.

9The daughters of kings are among your honored women;the queen stands at your right hand, adorned with the gold of Ophir.

10Listen, O daughter! Consider and incline your ear:Forget your people and your father’s house,

11and the king will desire your beauty;bow to him, for he is your lord.

12The Daughter of Tyre will come with a gift;men of wealth will seek your favor.

13All glorious is the princess in her chamber;her gown is embroidered with gold.

14In colorful garments she is led to the king;her virgin companions are brought before you.

15They are led in with joy and gladness;they enter the palace of the king.

16Your sons will succeed your fathers;you will make them princes throughout the land.

17I will commemorate your name through all generations;therefore the nations will praise you forever and ever.

1To the Overseer. — 'On the Lilies.' — By sons of Korah. — An Instruction. — A song of loves. My heart hath indited a good thing, I am telling my works to a king, My tongue [is] the pen of a speedy writer.

2Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age.

3Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!

4As to Thy majesty — prosper! — ride! Because of truth, and meekness — righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things.

5Thine arrows [are] sharp, — Peoples fall under Thee — In the heart of the enemies of the king.

6Thy throne, O God, [is] age-during, and for ever, A sceptre of uprightness [Is] the sceptre of Thy kingdom.

7Thou hast loved righteousness and hatest wickedness, Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee, Oil of joy above thy companions.

8Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.

9Daughters of kings [are] among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.

10Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house,

11And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he [is] thy lord — bow thyself to him,

12And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face.

13All glory [is] the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work [is] her clothing.

14In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins — after her — her companions, Are brought to thee.

15They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king.

16Instead of thy fathers are thy sons, Thou dost appoint them for princes in all the earth.

17I make mention of Thy name in all generations, Therefore do peoples praise Thee, To the age, and for ever!