Psalms 45:2
My tonge is ye penne of a ready wryter.
My tonge is ye penne of a ready wryter.
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3 Thou art the fayrest amonge the children of me, full of grace are thy lippes, therfore God blesseth the for euer.
1 My hert is dytinge of a good matter, I speake of that, which I haue made of the kynge:
1 Lorde, how ioyfull is the kynge in yi strength? O how exceadinge glad is he of thy sauynge health?
2 Thou hast geuen him his hertes desyre, & hast not put him fro the request of his lippes.
3 Sela. For thou hast preueted him wt liberall blessinges, & set a crowne of golde vpon his heade.
4 He asked life of the, & thou gauest him a longe life, eue for euer & euer.
5 His honoure is greate in thy sauynge health, glory and greate worshipe shalt thou laye vpon him.
6 For thou shalt geue him euerlastige felicite, & make him glad wt the ioye of yi coutenauce.
6 Thy arowes are sharpe, the people shalbe subdued vnto the, euen in the myddest amonge the kynges enemies.
7 Thy seate (o God) endureth for euer: the cepter of thy kyngdome is a right cepter.
8 Thou hast loued rightuousnesse, & hated iniquite: wherfore God (which is thy God) hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.
9 All thy garmentes are like myrre, Aloes & Cassia, when thou comest out of thine yuerie palaces in thy beutifull glory.
3 Thy lippes are like a rose coloured rybende, thy wordes are louely: thy chekes are like a pece of a pomgranate, besydes that which lyed hyd within.
4 Thy neck is like the tower of Dauid buylded with bulworkes, wher vpon there hage a thousande sheldes, yee all the weapes of the giautes.
3 Thus do I loke for the in thy Sactuary, that I might beholde yi power & glory.
11 Herken (o doughter) considre, & enclyne thine eare: forget thine owne people, & thy fathers house.
12 So shal the kynge haue pleasure in thy beutie, for he is thy LORDE, & thou shalt worshipe him.
13 The doughters of Tyre shal be there with giftes, the riche amonge the people shal make their supplicacion before the.
5 That heade that stondeth vpon the is like Carmel: The hayre of thy heade is like the kynges purple folden vp in plates.
6 O how fayre and louely art thou (my derlynge) in pleasures?
7 Thou art all fayre (o my loue) & no spott is there in the.
13 His chekes are like a garden bedd, where in the Apotecaryes plate all maner of swete thinges: His lippes droppe as the floures of the most pryncipall Myrre,
1 O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes besyde that which lyeth hid within.
15 O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes.
4 Sela. Thou art of more honoure & might the the hilles of robbers.
2 O that thy mouth wolde geue me a kysse, for yi brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne,
3 & that because of the good and pleasaunt sauoure. Thy name is a swete smellynge oyntment, therfore do the maydens loue the:
4 yee that same moueth me also to renne after the. The kynge hath brought me into his preuy chambre. We wil be glad & reioyce in the, we thynke more of thy brestes then of wyne: well is them that loue the.
9 There wil I tary for the (my loue) wt myne hoost & with my charettes, which shalbe no fewer then Pharaos.
10 Then shal thy chekes & thy neck be made fayre, & hanged wt spages & goodly iewels:
9 Thou hast loued righteousnes, & hated iniquyte: wherfore God (which is thy God) hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnesse aboue yi felowes.
17 Their delite is in thy name all the daye longe, and thorow thy rightuousnesse they shalbe exalted.
12 Thou hast vpholden me because of my innocency, and set me before thy face for euer.
10 O how fayre and louely are thy brestes, my sister, my spouse? Thy brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, and the smell of thy oyntmentes passeth all spices.
11 Who so delyteth to be of a clene herte and of gracious lyppes, ye kynge shal be his frende.
2 Like the dewe of Hermon, which fell vpon the hill of Sion.
3 Thou shalt be a crowne in the honde of the LORDE, and a glorious garlade in the hode of thy God.
14 In so moch, that thy beuty was spoken of amonge the Heithen, for thou wast excellet in my beuty, which I put vpo the, saieth the LORDE God.
4 All the kynges of the earth shal prayse the (o LORDE) when they heare the wordes of thy mouth.
1 O how pleasaunt are thy treadinges with thy shues, thou prynces daughter? Thy thees are like a fayre iewell, which is wrought by a connynge workmaster:
15 Open my lippes (O LORDE) that my mouth maye shewe thy prayse.
36 And thou hast geuen me the shylde of yi health, and with yi louynge correccion shalt thou multiplye me.
10 Then arme thy self with thine owne power, vp, decke the in thy ioly araye,
18 for it is a pleasaunt thinge yf thou kepe it in thine herte, and practise it in thy mouth:
16 His throte is swete, yee he is alltogether louely. Soch one is my loue (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) soch one is my loue.
35 Thou hast geue me the defence of thy health, thy right hande vpholdeth me, and thy louynge correccion maketh me greate.
9 She shal make the a gracious heade, and garnish the with ye crowne of glory.
5 As loge as I liue wil I magnifie the, & lift vp my hondes in thy name.
9 Praysed be the LORDE thy God, which had soch a pleasure vnto the, that he set the vpon the seate of Israel: because he hath allwaye loued Israel, and hath set the to be kynge, that thou shuldest mantayne iustyce and equyte.
3 In the daye of thy power shal thy people offre the frewill offeringes with an holy worshipe, ye dewe of thy byrth is of the wobe of the mornynge.