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1 Of the music-director: by the Lilies. Of Korah’s sons: an Enlightenment, a love song 2 My heart has cooked up a sweet word. I shall say my creations, O king, My tongue the pen of a fluent scribe. 3 You are the most beautiful of all Man’s Sons. Favor drips from your lips; Therefore God has blessed you forever. 4 Gird your sword on your thigh. Surpass by your glory, 5 and by your splendor prevail. Overcome, mount for the sake of truth And vindicate the poor. Let your right hand shoot for you fearsomely 6 Your sharp arrows— may nations fall at your feet— into the heart of the king’s enemies 7 Your throne, God, is eternal Your royal scepter is a scepter of straightness. 8 You love justice and hate guilt. Therefore God, your god has anointed you. Your attire is joy oil, 9 All your clothes myrrh and aloes and cassia. From ivory palaces my harpstrings gladden you. 10 Kings’ daughters stand amid your mansions. The queen at your right hand in Ophir gold. 11 Listen, daughter, and see, and turn your ear. And forget your people and your father’s house. 12 And let the king delight in your beauty, For he is your master, so bow down to him. 13 And the daughter of Tyre with tribute, The richest of people will supplicate you. 14 All glorious is the king’s daughter. Her garments are lined with gold brocade. 15 In embroidered garb she shall be conducted to the king, Her maiden companion followers will be brought to you. 16 They will be conducted with rejoicings and joy, They will enter into the king’s palace. 17 In place of your fathers shall be your sons; You shall set them as rulers in all the world. 18 I will memorialize your name in every generation, Wherefore peoples will praise you forever.
1 Of the music-director: by the Lilies.
Of Korah’s sons: an Enlightenment, a love song
2 My heart has cooked up a sweet word.
I shall say my creations, O king,
My tongue the pen of a fluent scribe.
3 You are the most beautiful of all Man’s Sons.
Favor drips from your lips;
Therefore God has blessed you forever.
4 Gird your sword on your thigh.
Surpass by your glory,
5 and by your splendor prevail.
Overcome, mount for the sake of truth
And vindicate the poor.
Let your right hand shoot for you fearsomely
6 Your sharp arrows—
may nations fall at your feet—
into the heart of the king’s enemies
7 Your throne, God, is eternal
Your royal scepter is a scepter of straightness.
8 You love justice and hate guilt.
Therefore God, your god has anointed you.
Your attire is joy oil,
9 All your clothes myrrh and aloes and cassia.
From ivory palaces my harpstrings gladden you.
10 Kings’ daughters stand amid your mansions.
The queen at your right hand in Ophir gold.
11 Listen, daughter, and see, and turn your ear.
And forget your people and your father’s house.
12 And let the king delight in your beauty,
For he is your master, so bow down to him.
13 And the daughter of Tyre with tribute,
The richest of people will supplicate you.
14 All glorious is the king’s daughter.
Her garments are lined with gold brocade.
15 In embroidered garb she shall be conducted to the king,
Her maiden companion followers will be brought to you.
16 They will be conducted with rejoicings and joy,
They will enter into the king’s palace.
17 In place of your fathers shall be your sons;
You shall set them as rulers in all the world.
18 I will memorialize your name in every generation,
Wherefore peoples will praise you forever.
