For the choir director; according to the Shoshannim. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. A Song of Love.
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.
Forget your people and your father’s house;
Because He is your Lord, bow down to Him.
The rich among the people will seek your favor.
Her clothing is interwoven with gold.
The virgins, her companions who follow her,
Will be brought to You.
They will enter into the King’s palace.
You shall make them princes in all the earth.
Therefore the peoples will give You thanks forever and ever.