Psalm 45. Eructavit cor meum.

1. MY heart overfloweth with a good matter; I speak the things which I have made concerning the King. *
   My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
2. Thou art fairer than the children of men; *
   full of grace are thy lips, because God hath blessed thee for ever.
3. Gird thee with thy sword upon thy thigh, O thou Most Mighty, *
   according to thy worship and renown.
4. Good luck have thou with thine honour: *
   ride on, because of the word of truth, of meekness, and righteousness; and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things.
5. Thy arrows are very sharp in the heart of the King's enemies, *
   and the people shall be subdued unto thee.
6. Thy seat, O God, endureth for ever; *
   the sceptre of thy kingdom is a right sceptre.
7. Thou hast loved righteousness, and hated iniquity; *
   wherefore God, even thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows.
8. All thy garments smell of myrrh, aloes, and cassia; *
   out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad.
9. Kings' daughters are among thy honourable women; *
   upon thy right hand doth stand the queen in a vesture of gold, wrought about with divers colours.
10. Hearken, O daughter, and consider; incline thine ear; *
    forget also thine own people, and thy father's house.
11. So shall the King have pleasure in thy beauty; *
    for he is thy Lord, and worship thou him.
12. And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift; *
    like as the rich also among the people shall make their supplication before thee.
13. The King's daughter is all glorious within; *
    her clothing is of wrought gold.
14. She shall be brought unto the King in raiment of needlework: *
    the virgins that be her fellows shall bear her company, and shall be brought unto thee.
15. With joy and gladness shall they be brought, *
    and shall enter into the King's palace.
16. Instead of thy fathers, thou shalt have children, *
    whom thou mayest make princes in all lands.
17. I will make thy Name to be remembered from one generation to another; *
    therefore shall the people give thanks unto thee, world without end.