4 Gird your sword upon your hip, mighty warrior!In splendor and majesty ride on triumphant!
5 In the cause of truth, meekness, and justicemay your right hand show your wondrous deeds.
6 Your arrows are sharp;peoples will cower at your feet;the king’s enemies will lose heart.
7 Your throne, O God, stands forever;your royal scepter is a scepter for justice.
8 You love justice and hate wrongdoing;therefore God, your God, has anointed youwith the oil of gladness above your fellow kings.
9 With myrrh, aloes, and cassiayour robes are fragrant.From ivory-paneled palacesstringed instruments bring you joy.
10 Daughters of kings are your lovely wives;a princess arrayed in Ophir’s goldcomes to stand at your right hand.