CHAPTER 45
For the choirmaster.
To the tune of
“The Lilies.”
A Maskil
of the sons
of Korah.
A love
song.
My heart
is stirred
by a noble
theme
as I
recite
my verses
to the king;
my tongue
is the pen
of a skillful
writer.
You are the most handsome
of men;
grace
has anointed
your lips,
since
God
has blessed you forever.
In your splendor
ride forth
in victory
on
behalf
of truth
and humility
and justice;
may your right hand
show
your awesome deeds.
You have loved
righteousness
and hated
wickedness;
therefore
God,
your God,
has placed you above your companions
by anointing you
with the oil
of joy.
All
your garments
are fragrant with myrrh
and aloes
and cassia;
from
palaces
of ivory
the harps
make you glad.
The daughters
of kings
are among your honored women;
the queen
stands
at your right hand,
adorned with the gold
of Ophir.
I will commemorate
your name
through all
generations;
therefore
the nations
will praise you
forever
and ever.