Psalms Chapter 45
My heart's on a solid vibe; I'm dropping lines about the king like my tongue's a fire pen.
[To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves.] My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue {is} the pen of a ready writer. {Maschil: or, of instruction} {is inditing: Heb. boileth, or, bubbleth up}
You’re hella more fire than anyone else; your lips got that grace glow, so God’s gifted you for life, no cap.
Thou art fairer than the children of men: grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.
Strap that sword on, you icon, with all that glory and charm.
Gird thy sword upon {thy} thigh, O {most} mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty.
Roll out in your royal style, flexing truth and good vibes; your right hand's about to show you some epic moves.
And in thy majesty ride prosperously because of truth and meekness {and} righteousness; and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things. {ride...: Heb. prosper thou, ride thou}
Your arrows hit deep in the hearts of your foes; they’re crumbling under your vibe.
Thine arrows {are} sharp in the heart of the king's enemies; {whereby} the people fall under thee.
Your throne, God, is eternal; your scepter is the real flex.
Thy throne, O God, {is} for ever and ever: the sceptre of thy kingdom {is} a right sceptre.
You vibe with what’s right and can't stand the sus; that’s why God’s chosen you with the joy oil above your crew.
Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness: therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows.
All your fits smell like myrrh and solid vibes, coming from those ivory palaces, making you feel blessed.
All thy garments {smell} of myrrh, and aloes, {and} cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad.
Daughters of kings are all about your honor; the queen’s right next to you, shining in that gold.
Kings' daughters {were} among thy honourable women: upon thy right hand did stand the queen in gold of Ophir.
Yo, girl, listen up and focus; forget your fam and where you came from, fr.
Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; forget also thine own people, and thy father's house;
The king's gonna be all about your beauty; he’s your Lord, so give him that worship, periodt.
So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: for he {is} thy Lord; and worship thou him.
The daughter of Tyre’s coming through with gifts; even the rich want your solid vibe.
And the daughter of Tyre {shall be there} with a gift; {even} the rich among the people shall intreat thy favour. {favour: Heb. face}
The king’s daughter is all about that inner shine; her fits are straight gold.
The king's daughter {is} all glorious within: her clothing {is} of wrought gold.
She’s rolling up to the king in that needlework drip; her virgin squad's right behind her, ready to pop off.
She shall be brought unto the king in raiment of needlework: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee.
They’re rolling in with joy and hype; they’re entering the king’s palace like it's the spot to be.
With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: they shall enter into the king's palace.
Your offspring are gonna take the throne instead of your parents, making moves all over the globe.
Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth.
I’ll ensure your name sticks around forever; the people are gonna hype you up for life, no doubt.
I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.