(To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves.) My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty.
Thine arrows are sharp in the heart of the king's enemies; whereby the people fall under thee.
Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness: therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows.
Kings' daughters were among thy honourable women: upon thy right hand did stand the queen in gold of Ophir.
So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him.
The king's daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold.
With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: they shall enter into the king's palace.
I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.