v 6. A picture of the eternal union between Christ and the church.
Beautiful words stir my heart. I will recite a lovely poem about the king,
for my tongue is like the pen of a skilful poet.
You are the most handsome of all. Gracious words stream from your lips.
God himself has blessed you forever.
Put on your sword, O mighty warrior! You are so glorious, so majestic!
In your majesty, ride out to victory, defending truth, humility, and justice.
Go forth to perform awe-inspiring deeds!
Your arrows are sharp, piercing your enemies’ hearts.
The nations fall beneath your feet.
Your throne, O God, endures forever and ever. You rule with a sceptre of justice.
You love justice and hate evil. Therefore God, your God, has anointed you,
pouring out the oil of joy on you more than on anyone else.
Myrrh, aloes, and cassia perfume your robes.
In ivory palaces the music of strings entertains you.
Kings’ daughters are among your noble women.
At your right side stands the queen, wearing jewellery of finest gold from Ophir!
Listen to me, O royal daughter; take to heart what I say.
Forget your people and your family far away.
For your royal husband delights in your beauty; honour him, for he is your lord.
The princess of Tyre will shower you with gifts. The wealthy will beg your favour.
The bride, a princess, looks glorious in her golden gown.
In her beautiful robes, she is led to the king, accompanied by her bridesmaids.
What a joyful and enthusiastic procession as they enter the king’s palace!
Your sons will become kings like their father.
You will make them rulers over many lands.
I will bring honour to your name in every generation.
Therefore, the nations will praise you forever and ever.