Psalms 45
Love song
1 My heart is stirred by a noble theme: I address my poem to the king; my tongue as ready as the pen of a busy scribe.
2 Of all men you are the most handsome, your lips are moist with grace, for God has blessed you for ever.
3 Hero, strap your sword at your side, in majesty and splendour;
4 on, ride on, in the cause of truth, religion and virtue! Stretch the bowstring tight, lending terror to your right hand.
5 Your arrows are sharp; nations lie at your mercy, the king’s enemies are losing heart.
6 Your throne, God, shall last for ever and ever, your royal sceptre is a sceptre of integrity:
7 virtue you love as much as you hate wickedness. This is why God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of gladness, above all your rivals;
8 myrrh and aloes waft from your robes. From palaces of ivory harps entertain you;
9 daughters of kings are among your maids of honour; on your right stands the queen, in gold from Ophir.
10 Listen, daughter, pay careful attention: forget your nation and your ancestral home,
11 then the king will fall in love with your beauty. He is your master now, bow down to him.
12 The daughter of Tyre will solicit your favour with gifts, the wealthiest nations,
13 with jewels set in gold. Dressed
14 in brocades, the king’s daughter is led in to the king, with bridesmaids in her train. Her ladies-in-waiting follow
15 and enter the king’s palace to general rejoicing.
16 Your ancestors will be replaced by sons whom you will make lords of the whole world.
17 I shall immortalise your name, nations will sing your praises for ever and ever.
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