Psalm XLV

The good things of the King I speak,
My [fervent] heart doth it indite;
My tongue is as the pen of one
That [very] readily doth write.

Thou fairer art than sons of men,
[Plenteous] grace to thy lips doth flow;
Therefore great blessings evermore
God [doth and] will on thee bestow.

O thou that art the mighty one,
Thy [warlike] sword gird on thy thigh,

In all thy glory excellent,
And in thy [splendid] majesty.
In state do thou ride prosperously,
For [meekness] truth and righteousness,
And dreadful things thy strong right hand
Shall [do and] reach thee by success.

Thine arrows are sharp in the hearts
Of the King's [hateful] enemies,
Whereby the people under thee
[Shall] fall that [do] against thee rise.

For ever and for ever, Lord,
Abides thy [Royal] Throne of might;
The Scepter of thy Kingdom is
A Scepter that is [just and] right.

Thou lov'st the right, and hatest ill,
Therefore thy God [doth and] still shall
With Oyl of gladness thee anoint,
[Even much] above thy fellows all.

Of Aloes, Myrrh, and Cassia
A [pleasant] smell thy garments had,
Out of the Ivory palaces,
Whereby they [greatly] made thee glad.

Among thy women honourable,
Kings daughters [waiting] were at hand;
And on thy right hand did the Queen
In [precious] gold of Ophir stand.

Hearken, O daughter, and advise;
To me incline [and bow] thine ear;
Thy people and thy father's house
Forget [thou must] and count not dear.

And then thy beauty to the King
Shall always [very] pleasant be;
And do thou humbly worship him,
Seeing thy [rightful] Lord is he.

The daughter there of wealthy Tyre
With a rich gift shall [waiting] be;
And all the rich throughout the land
Shall [humbly] make their suit to thee.

Within doth the King's daughter sit,
[And is] all glorious to behold;
And all her cloaths and ornaments
Are [richly] wrought of purest gold.

She shall be brought unto the King
In [splendid] robes by needle wrought;
The Virgins which do follow her,
[With her] shall unto thee be brought.

With gladness great shall they be brought,
And [signs of] joy on every side,
Into the presence of the King,
The Court where he doth [use to] bide.

And thou shalt in thy father's stead
Thy numerous [blessed] off-spring take,
And in all Countries of the earth
Thou shalt them [honoured] Princes make.

I will to generations all
Thy [name and] memory extend;
The peoples joyful praise of thee
Shall [last and] never have an end.