3 Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most valiant, with thy glory and thy majesty.
4 And in thy majesty be prospered; ride upon the word of truth and of humility and of righteousness; and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things.
5 Thine arrows, by which the peoples fall under thee, penetrate the heart of the enemies of the king.
6 Thy throne, O God, is eternal and for ever, the rod of righteousness is the sceptre of thy kingdom.
7 Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness; therefore God, thy God, has anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows.
8 All thy garments smell of myrrh and aloes and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, by which they have made thee glad.
9 Kings’ daughters were among thy honourable women; the queen stands at thy right hand with a crown of gold from Ophir.