The Message

Psalm 45

A Wedding Song of the Sons of Korah

1My heart bursts its banks,
    spilling beauty and goodness.
I pour it out in a poem to the king,
    shaping the river into words:

2-4 “You’re the handsomest of men;
    every word from your lips is sheer grace,
    and God has blessed you, blessed you so much.
Strap your sword to your side, warrior!
    Accept praise! Accept due honor!
    Ride majestically! Ride triumphantly!
Ride on the side of truth!
    Ride for the righteous meek!

4-5 “Your instructions are glow-in-the-dark;
    you shoot sharp arrows
Into enemy hearts; the king’s
    foes lie down in the dust, beaten.

6-7 “Your throne is God’s throne,
    ever and always;
The scepter of your royal rule
    measures right living.
You love the right
    and hate the wrong.
And that is why God, your very own God,
    poured fragrant oil on your head,
Marking you out as king
    from among your dear companions.

8-9 “Your ozone-drenched garments
    are fragrant with mountain breeze.
Chamber music—from the throne room—
    makes you want to dance.
Kings’ daughters are maids in your court,
    the Bride glittering with golden jewelry.

10-12 “Now listen, daughter, don’t miss a word:
    forget your country, put your home behind you.
Be here—the king is wild for you.
    Since he’s your lord, adore him.
Wedding gifts pour in from Tyre;
    rich guests shower you with presents.”

13-15 (Her wedding dress is dazzling,
    lined with gold by the weavers;
All her dresses and robes
    are woven with gold.
She is led to the king,
    followed by her virgin companions.
A procession of joy and laughter!
    a grand entrance to the king’s palace!)

16-17 “Set your mind now on sons—
    don’t dote on father and grandfather.
You’ll set your sons up as princes
    all over the earth.
I’ll make you famous for generations;
    you’ll be the talk of the town
    for a long, long time.”

New International Reader's Version

Psalm 45

Psalm 45

For the director of music. A maskil of the Sons of Korah. A wedding song to the tune of “Lilies.”

My heart is full of beautiful words
    as I say my poem for the king.
    My tongue is like the pen of a skillful writer.

You are the most excellent of men.
    Your lips have been given the ability to speak gracious words.
    God has blessed you forever.
Mighty one, put your sword at your side.
    Put on glory and majesty as if they were your clothes.
In your majesty ride out with power
    to fight for what is true, humble and fair.
    Let your right hand do wonderful things.
Shoot your sharp arrows into the hearts of your enemies.
    Let the nations come under your control.
Your throne is the very throne of God.
    Your kingdom will last for ever and ever.
    You will rule by treating everyone fairly.
You love what is right and hate what is evil.
    So your God has placed you above your companions.
    He has filled you with joy by pouring the sacred oil on your head.
Myrrh and aloes and cassia make all your robes smell good.
    In palaces decorated with ivory
    the music played on stringed instruments makes you glad.
Daughters of kings are among the women you honor.
    At your right hand is the royal bride dressed in gold from Ophir.

10 Royal bride, listen and pay careful attention.
    Forget about your people and the home you came from.
11 Let the king be charmed by your beauty.
    Honor him. He is now your master.
12 The people of Tyre will come with gifts.
    Wealthy people will try to gain your favor.

13 In her room, the princess looks glorious.
    Her gown has gold threads running through it.
14 Dressed in beautiful clothes, she is led to the king.
    Her virgin companions follow her.
    They have been brought to be with her.
15 They are led in with joy and gladness.
    They enter the palace of the king.

16 Your sons will rule just as your father and grandfather did.
    You will make them princes through the whole land.
17 I will make sure that people will always remember you.
    The nations will praise you for ever and ever.