Psalm 45

MY tongue shall prompt the writers penn,
My thoughts of thee, oh King! to tell:
For, thou excellst the Sonns of men;
And, on thy lipps, all graces dwell.
God, wil thee blesse, for evermore.
Great Conquerour, vnto thy side,
With honor, gird thy sword, therefore,
And, forward in thy Triumphs ride.

Thy Righthand shall, by deeds vpright,
(By Truth, & Meeknes) wonders doe:
Thy shafts, thy foes, to death shall smite,
And, make the people serve thee to.
Eternal is thy Throne of state;
Thy Scepter, from all wrong is free;
Thou Iustice lov'st, thou Sinn dost hate;
And, therfor, God anointed thee.

Yea, thine owne God, thy head anoints,
Ev'n with his oyle of Ioyfulnes;
And, thee (above thy Mates) appoints,
The place of Sov'raigne to possesse.
The pretious Robes, which thou put'st on
Of Aloes, Cassia, & of Mirrh,
Smell round about thine yv'rie throne,
When, they thy hart have cheared, there.

Kings daughters, have at all times bene
Among thy Maides of honour, found:
And, at thy righthand, stands the Queene,
In Ophir gold, arayd, & crown'd.
Hear, daughter, & my words respect;
Forget thy fathers kindred, now:
And, that the king may thee affect,
Him, for thy Lord, acknowledg thou.

Then, shall the Daughters come from Tyre,
And, bring rich presents vnto thee;
The wealthy, shall thy grace desire,
And, Suitors, for thy favours be.
The Daughter of the King, doth wear
An vpper garment wrought with gold:
But, if her in-side should appear,
You, all perfections would behold.

Her, to the kinge, present they shall,
In Robes which are by needels wrought;
Ev'n with her fellowe Virgines all,
(Attending her) shee shall be brought.
They shall into his pallace come,
With ioyfull hart, & merry chear:
And, shee, shall in her fathers Roome,
To be her comforts, Children bear.

Great kings, (on earth) shee, them shall make;
And, cause, that men in future daies,
Such notice of her Name shall take,
That nations all, shall sing her praise.