My heartaoverflows with a goodtheme ; I baddress my cverses to the dKing ; My tongue is the pen of 1a readywriter.
You are fairerthan the sons of men ; 2Grace is pouredeupon Your lips ; ThereforeGod has 3blessed You forever.
3Gird4Your sword on Your thigh, O f5MightyOne, In Your splendor and Your majesty !
And in Your majestyride on victoriously, For the cause of truth and 6meekness and righteousness ; Let Your 7righthandteach You gawesomethings.
Your 8arrows are sharp ; The 9peoplesfallunder You; Your arrows are 10in the heart of the King'senemies.
611Your throne, O God, is forever and ever ; A scepter of 12uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have 13lovedrighteousness and hatedwickedness ; ThereforeGod, Your God, has 14anointed You With the oil of joyabove Your fellows.