A marvelous word has stirred my heart as I mention my works to the king. My tongue is the pen of a skillful scribe.
You are the most handsome of men; grace has been poured out on your lips. No wonder God has blessed you forever!
Strap on your sword, great warrior, with your glory and grandeur.
Go and succeed in your grandeur! Ride out on behalf of truth, humility, and righteousness! Let your strong hand perform awesome deeds.
Let the peoples fall beneath you. May your sharp arrows pierce the hearts of the king's enemies.
Your divine throne is eternal and everlasting. Your royal scepter is a scepter of justice.
You love righteousness and hate wickedness. No wonder God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of joy more than all your companions!
All your clothes have the pleasing scent of myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. The music of stringed instruments coming from ivory palaces entertains you.
The royal princess is standing in your precious jewels; the queen stands at your right, dressed in the gold of Ophir.
Listen, daughter; pay attention, and listen closely! Forget your people and your father's house.
Let the king desire your beauty. Because he is your master, bow down to him now.
The city of Tyre, the wealthiest of all, will seek your favor with gifts,
with riches of every sort for the royal princess, dressed in pearls, her robe embroidered with gold.
In robes of many colors, she is led to the king. Her attendants, the young women servants following her, are presented to you as well.
As they enter the king's palace, they are led in with celebration and joy.
Your sons, great king, will succeed your fathers; you will appoint them as princes throughout the land.
I will perpetuate your name from one generation to the next so the peoples will praise you forever and always.