My heart is working on something good; What I have made is for the king. My tongue is the pen of a writer Whose hand is already moving. You are finer than the sons of men; Kindness has been poured into the way you speak. That is why God has blessed you and gone on blessing you. Fasten your sword at your side, you who are strong, With everything that is weighty and honourable about you. Ride out well because of what is true, Because of gentleness and what is right, And your right hand will teach you Things that would frighten anyone. Your throne, God, stands for ever and ever; The staff of your kingdom is a straight staff. You have loved what is right and hated what is not, So God, your God, has poured out the oil of gladness on you Beyond the ones who stand beside you. Everything you wear smells of myrrh and aloes and cassia, Out of palaces made of ivory, And it has made you glad. Listen, daughter, and look, and lean your ear in. Let go of your own people and your father's house, And the king will want your beauty greatly, Because he is your lord. The daughter of Tyre will be there with a gift; The rich among the people will come asking your favour. Instead of your fathers you will have your children, And you may make them princes over all the earth. I will make your name something remembered In every generation, And the people will thank you For ever and ever.