The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Book of Psalms
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Psalm 44
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(To the choir-master. Melody: The Lilies. Of the sons of Core. A maskil. A love-song.)
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Joyful the thoughts that well up from my heart, the King’s honour for my theme; my tongue flows readily as the pen of a swift writer.
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Thine is more than mortal beauty, thy lips overflow with gracious utterance; the blessings God has granted thee can never fail.
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Gird on thy sword at thy side, great warrior,
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gird thyself with all thy majesty and all thy beauty; ride on triumphant, in the name of faithfulness and justice. Dread counsel thy own might shall give thee;
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so sharp are thy arrows, subduing nations to thy will, daunting the hearts of the king’s enemies.
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Thy throne, O God, endures for ever and ever, the sceptre of thy royalty is a rod that rules true;✻
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thou hast been a friend to right, an enemy to wrong, and God, thy own God, has given thee an unction to bring thee pride beyond any of thy fellows.
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Thy garments are scented with myrrh, and aloes, and cassia; from ivory palaces there are harps sounding in thy honour.
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Daughters of kings come out to meet thee; at thy right hand stands the queen, in Ophir gold arrayed.
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(Listen, my daughter, and consider my words attentively; thou art to forget, henceforward, thy own nation, and the house of thy father;
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thy beauty, now, is all for the king’s delight; he is thy Lord, and worship belongs to him.)
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The people of Tyre, too, will have its presents to bring; the noblest of its citizens will be courting thy favour.
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She comes, the princess, all fair to see, her robe of golden cloth,
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a robe of rich embroidery, to meet the King. The maidens of her court follow her into thy presence,
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all rejoicing, all triumphant, as they enter the king’s palace!
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Thou shalt have sons worthy of thy own fathers, and divide a world between them for their domains.
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While time lasts, mine it is to keep thy name in remembrance; age after age, nations will do thee honour.
