Psalm 45, C.M.: My heart brings forth a goodly thing
To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves.
First Version (C.M.)
Meter: C.M. (8,6,8,6)
1 My heart brings forth a goodly thing; my words that I indite Concern the King: my tongue’s a pen of one that swift doth write.
2 Thou fairer art than sons of men: into thy lips is store Of grace infus’d; God therefore thee hath bless’d for evermore.
3 O thou that art the mighty One, thy sword gird on thy thigh; Ev’n with thy glory excellent, and with thy majesty.
4 For meekness, truth, and righteousness, in state ride prosp’rously; And thy right hand shall thee instruct in things that fearful be.
5 Thine arrows sharply pierce the heart of th’ en’mies of the King; And under thy subjection the people down do bring.
6 For ever and for ever is, O God, thy throne of might; The sceptre of thy kingdom is a sceptre that is right.
7 Thou lovest right, and hatest ill; for God, thy God, most high, Above thy fellows hath with th’ oil of joy anointed thee.
8 Of aloes, myrrh, and cassia, a smell thy garments had, Out of the iv’ry palaces, whereby they made thee glad.
9 Among thy women honourable kings’ daughters were at hand: Upon thy right hand did the queen in gold of Ophir stand.
10 O daughter, hearken and regard, and do thine ear incline; Likewise forget thy father’s house, and people that are thine.
11 Then of the King desir’d shall be thy beauty veh’mently: Because he is thy Lord, do thou him worship rev’rently.
12 The daughter there of Tyre shall be with gifts and off ‘rings great: Those of the people that are rich thy favour shall entreat.
13 Behold, the daughter of the King all glorious is within; And with embroideries of gold her garments wrought have been.
14 She shall be brought unto the King in robes with needle wrought; Her fellow-virgins following shall unto thee be brought.
15 They shall be brought with gladness great, and mirth on ev’ry side, Into the palace of the King, and there they shall abide.
16 Instead of those thy fathers dear, thy children thou may’st take, And in all places of the earth them noble princes make.
17 Thy name remember’d I will make through ages all to be: The people therefore evermore shall praises give to thee.