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.