Eructavit cor meum
My heart overflows with a noble song; *
I will sing my words to the King; my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the children of men; *
full of grace are your lips, because God has blessed you for ever.
Gird your sword upon your thigh, most mighty one, *
according to your honor and majesty.
In your majesty be victorious; ride out for the sake of truth to bear witness to righteousness, *
and your right hand shall show you marvelous things.
Your arrows are very sharp in the heart of the King’s enemies, *
and the peoples shall be subdued under you.
Your throne, O God, endures for ever; *
the scepter of your kingdom is a righteous scepter.
You have loved righteousness and hated iniquity; *
therefore God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of gladness above your fellows.
All your garments smell of myrrh, aloes, and cassia; *
out of the ivory palaces, stringed instruments have made you glad.
Kings’ daughters are among your honorable women; *
at your right hand stands the queen in a vesture of gold, wrought with many colors.
Hearken, O daughter, and consider; incline your ear; *
forget your own people, and your father’s house.
So shall the King have pleasure in your beauty; *
since he is your Lord, honor him.
And the daughter of Tyre shall bring you gifts; *
the rich also among the peoples shall seek your favor.
The King’s daughter is all glorious within the palace; *
her clothing is of wrought gold.
She shall be brought to the king in embroidered raiment; *
the virgins who are her companions shall bring her to you.
With joy and gladness shall they bring her, *
and shall enter into the King’s palace.
Instead of your fathers, you shall have sons, *
whom you shall make princes in all the land.
I will make your Name to be remembered from one generation to another; *
therefore the peoples shall praise you, world without end.