My heart overflows with a noble theme;
I recite my verses for the king.
My tongue is like the pen of a
skillful writer.
Strap your sword on your thigh, mighty one,
the enemies of the king lose their courage.
A scepter of equality is the scepter of your kingdom.
All of your garments smell like myrrh, aloes, and cassia.
Kings’ daughters are among your honorable women.
At your right hand the queen stands in gold of Ophir.
Listen, daughter, the king will desire your beauty.