073) Psalm 45

Psalm 45 To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil A Song of loves.

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1 My heart good matter boileth forth: my works touching the king I speak: my tongue is as the pen of scribe swiftly writing.

2 Fairer thou art than sons of men: grace in thy lips is shed: because of this the Lord hath thee for evermore blessed.

3 Thy wasting sword, O mighty one, gird thou upon thy thigh, thy glorious magnificence and comely majesty.

4 Ride forth upon the word of truth, meekness and righteousness; and thy right hand shall lead thee forth in works of dreadfulness.

5 Within the heart of the king’s foes thine arrows piercing be; whereby the people overcome shall fall down under thee.

6 Thy throne, O God, forever is: the scepter of thy state 7 right scepter is. Justice thou lov’st, but wickedness dost hate: because of this God, ev’n thy God, he hath anointed thee with oil of gladness above them that they companions be.

8 Myrrh, aloes, and cassias smell, all thy garments had, out of the ivory palaces whereby thy made thee glad.

9 Amongst thine honourable maids kings daughters present were: the queen is set at thy right hand in fine gold of Ophir.