Eructavit cor meum
My heart is inditing of a good matter *
I speak of the things which I have made unto the King.
My tongue is the pen *
of a ready writer.
Thou art fairer than the children of men *
full of grace are thy lips, because God hath blessed thee for ever.
Gird thee with thy sword upon thy thigh, O thou most Mighty *
according to thy worship and renown.
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.
Thy arrows are very sharp, and the people shall be subdued unto thee *
even in the midst among the King’s enemies.
Thy seat, O God, endureth for ever *
the sceptre of thy kingdom is a right sceptre.
Thou hast loved righteousness, and hated iniquity *
wherefore God, even thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows.
All thy garments smell of myrrh, aloes, and cassia *
out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad.
Kings’ daughters were among thy honourable women *
upon thy right hand did stand the queen in a vesture of gold, wrought about with divers colours.
Hearken, O daughter, and consider, incline thine ear *
forget also thine own people, and thy father’s house.
So shall the King have pleasure in thy beauty *
for he is thy Lord God, and worship thou him.
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.
The King’s daughter is all glorious within *
her clothing is of wrought gold.
She shall be brought unto the King in raiment of needle-work *
the virgins that be her fellows shall bear her company, and shall be brought unto thee.
With joy and gladness shall they be brought *
and shall enter into the King’s palace.
Instead of thy fathers thou shalt have children *
whom thou mayest make princes in all lands.
I will remember thy Name from one generation to another *
therefore shall the people give thanks unto thee, world without end.