Psalms

¹ My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words:

² every word from your lips is sheer grace, and God has blessed you, blessed you so much.

³ Accept praise! Accept due honor! Ride majestically! Ride triumphantly!

⁴ Ride for the righteous meek! "Your instructions are glow-in-the-dark;

⁵ Into enemy hearts; the king's foes lie down in the dust, beaten.

⁶ ever and always; The scepter of your royal rule measures right living.

⁷ and hate the wrong. And that is why God, your very own God, poured fragrant oil on your head, Marking you out as king from among your dear companions.

⁸ are fragrant with mountain breeze. Chamber music—from the throne room— makes you want to dance.

⁹ the Bride glittering with golden jewelry.

¹⁰ forget your country, put your home behind you.

¹¹ Since he's your lord, adore him.

¹² rich guests shower you with presents."

¹³ lined with gold by the weavers;

¹⁴ are woven with gold. She is led to the king, followed by her virgin companions.

¹⁵ a grand entrance to the king's palace!)

¹⁶ don't dote on father and grandfather. You'll set your sons up as princes all over the earth.

¹⁷ you'll be the talk of the town for a long, long time."