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,