诗篇 45

1For the leader; on shoshannim. Meaning of Heb. uncertain. Of the Korahites. A maskil. A love song.

2My heart is astir with gracious words;I speak my poem to a king;my tongue is the pen of an expert scribe.

3You are fairer than all mortals;your speech is endowed with grace;rightly has God given you an eternal blessing.

4Gird your sword upon your thigh, O hero,in your splendor and glory;

5in your glory, win success;ride on in the cause of truth and meekness and right;and let your right hand lead you to awesome deeds.

6Your arrows, sharpened,[pierce] the breast of the king’s enemies;peoples fall at your feet.

7Your divine throne is everlasting;your royal scepter is a scepter of equity.

8You love righteousness and hate wickedness;rightly has God, your God, chosen to anoint youwith oil of gladness over all your peers.

9All your robes [are fragrant] withmyrrh and aloes and cassia;from ivoried palaceslutes entertain you.

10Royal princesses are your favorites;the consort stands at your right hand,decked in gold of Ophir.

11Take heed, lass, and note,incline your ear:forget your people and your father’s house,

12and let the king be aroused by your beauty;since he is your lord, bow to him.

13O Tyrian lass,the wealthiest people will court your favor with gifts,

14goods of all sorts.The royal princess,her dress embroidered with golden mountings,

15is led inside to the king; maidens in her train, her companions,are presented to you.

16They are led in with joy and gladness;they enter the palace of the king.

17Your sons will succeed your fathers;you will appoint them princes throughout the land.

18I commemorate your fame for all generations,so peoples will praise you forever and ever.