3 Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most Mighty,with thy glory and thy majesty.
4 And in thy majesty ride prosperously,because of truth and meekness and righteousness;and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things.
5 Thine arrows are sharpin the heart of the King's enemies; whereby the people fall under thee.
6 Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever:the sceptre of thy kingdom is a right sceptre.
7 Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness:therefore God, thy God, hath anointed theewith the oil of gladness above thy fellows.
8 All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia,out of the ivory palaces,whereby they have made thee glad.
9 Kings' daughters were among thy honorable women:upon thy right hand did stand the queen in gold of Ophir.