To the Bridegroom

Rejoice, O young man in thy youth,

And gather the fruit of thy joy,

Thou and the wife of thy youth
Who cometh to thine house.

Precious blessings of the only God
Shall come upon thine head together,

And thine house shall be at peace from dread,
And all who rise against thee shall be cut off.
And when thou liest down thou shalt not be afraid;

Thou shalt lay thee down and thy sleep be sweet.

In thine honour, my bridegroom, ride on and prosper,

Raise up and put forth thy beauty;

And the heart of thine enemies God shall pierce,

And the sins of thy youth He will forgive,
And will bless thee in all the doings
Of thine hand and in all thine increase.

And remember thy Rock and thy Creator
When the good cometh which He shall bring thee;

For children, in course of the days, shall come to thee,

And as thy days, so shall thy strength be.
Blessed be thou in thy coming in

And blessed be thou in thy going out.

Thy word shall be with men of perfection,

So thou be discreet wherever thou turn;

And thine house shall be firmly builded,

And "Peace,” thou shalt call and God shall reply, .

And peace shall be thine habitation, and with the stones

Of the field thy covenant.

Thine honour shall ascend, and tarry not,
And thee shall He call, yea, shall choose,

And thy light in the night and the gloom
Then shall break through like the dawn;

And for thee, from the womb of the morning,
The dew of thy youth!