1 My heart is astir with beautiful words: 2Your beauty is more than mortal, 3Warrior, strap your sword on your thigh. 4Good fortune attend you, as forth you ride 5Sharp are your arrows; nations fall under you: 6Your throne shall endure for ever and ever 7Right you love and wrong you hate: 8With myrrh, aloes, and cassia your robes are all fragrant, 9King’s daughters stand ready with jewels for you, 10Listen, daughter, and see; and incline your ear: 11And when the king desires your beauty, 12So shall the Tyrians come with gifts, 13The king’s daughter is glorious altogether, 14In many-coloured robes she is led to the king, 15The king’s palace they enter with joy and rejoicing.¶ 16May sons of yours take the place of your fathers, 17Your name will I celebrate world without end,