Psalms 45

¹ For the leader; according to "Lilies." A maskil of the Korahites. A love song.

² My heart is stirred by a noble theme, as I sing my ode to the king. My tongue is the pen of a nimble scribe.

³ You are the most handsome of men; fair speech has graced your lips, for God has blessed you forever.

⁴ Gird your sword upon your hip, mighty warrior! In splendor and majesty ride on triumphant!

⁵ In the cause of truth and justice may your right hand show you wondrous deeds.

⁶ Your arrows are sharp; peoples will cower at your feet; the king's enemies will lose heart.

⁷ Your throne, O god, stands forever; your royal scepter is a scepter for justice.

⁸ You love justice and hate wrongdoing; therefore God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of gladness above your fellow kings.

⁹ With myrrh, aloes, and cassia your robes are fragrant. From ivory-paneled palaces stringed instruments bring you joy.

¹⁰ Daughters of kings are your lovely wives; a princess arrayed in Ophir's gold comes to stand at your right hand.

¹¹ Listen, my daughter, and understand; pay me careful heed. Forget your people and your father's house,

¹² that the king might desire your beauty. He is your lord;

¹³ honor him, daughter of Tyre. Then the richest of the people will seek your favor with gifts.

¹⁴ All glorious is the king's daughter as she enters, her raiment threaded with gold;

¹⁵ In embroidered apparel she is led to the king. The maids of her train are presented to the king.

¹⁶ They are led in with glad and joyous acclaim; they enter the palace of the king.

¹⁷ The throne of your fathers your sons will have; you shall make them princes through all the land.

¹⁸ I will make your name renowned through all generations; thus nations shall praise you forever.