Thou art fairer than children of men
Grace is poured into Thy lips
Therefore hath God blessed thee forever
Gird Thy sword upon Thy thigh, oh Most Mighty
In the Majesty rise prosperously
Because of truth and meekness and righteousness
And thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things
Thine arrows are shot in their heart
The Throne, oh God is forever and ever
The scepter of thy kingdom is a right scepter
Thou lovest righteousness and hatest wickedness
Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee
With the oil of gladness above thy fellows
Thy garments smell of myrrh and aloes and cassia
Out of the ivory palaces whereby they make thee glad
King's daughters are among thy women
Upon thy right hand did stand the queen in gold of Ophir
Hearken, oh daughter, incline thine ear
Forget thine own people and thy father's house
Oh, shall the king greatly desire thy beauty
He is our Lord and worship thou Him
The daughter of Tyre shall be there with gifts
Even the rich among the people shall entreat thy fame
The king's daughter is all glorious within
Her clothing is of wrought gold, in raiment of needlework
Her virgins, her companions, follow her
With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought
They shall enter into the king's palace
Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children
Whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth
I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations
I'll praise thee forever and ever and ever and ever, Lord