Psalms 45:11
And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he `is' thy lord -- bow thyself to him,
And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he `is' thy lord -- bow thyself to him,
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8Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.
9Daughters of kings `are' among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.
10Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house,
12And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face.
13All glory `is' the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work `is' her clothing.
14In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins -- after her -- her companions, Are brought to thee.
2Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age.
3Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
11and hast seen in the captivity a woman of fair form, and hast delighted in her, and hast taken to thee for a wife,
12And I give a ring for thy nose, And rings for thine ears, And a crown of beauty on thy head.
13And thou dost put on gold and silver, And thy clothing `is' fine linen, And figured silk and embroidery, Fine flour, and honey, and oil thou hast eaten, And thou art very very beautiful, And dost go prosperously to the kingdom.
14And go forth doth thy name among nations, Because of thy beauty -- for it `is' complete, In My honour that I have set upon thee, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah.
15And thou dost trust in thy beauty, And goest a-whoring because of thy renown, And dost pour out thy whoredoms On every passer by -- to him it is.
5Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
6How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights.
25Desire not her beauty in thy heart, And let her not take thee with her eyelids.
10Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.
1As the chorus of `Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides `are' as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
8Exalt her, and she doth lift thee up, She honoureth thee, when thou dost embrace her.
9She giveth to thy head a wreath of grace, A crown of beauty she doth give thee freely.
2Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better `are' thy loves than wine.
3For fragrance `are' thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!
4Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!
9To my joyous one in chariots of Pharaoh, I have compared thee, my friend,
10Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
11Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
11Go forth, and look, ye daughters of Zion, On king Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
17A king in his beauty, see do thine eyes, They see a land afar off.
11to bring in Vashti the queen before the king, with a royal crown, to shew the peoples and the heads her beauty, for she `is' of good appearance,
2Ascribe to Jehovah the honour of His name, Bow yourselves to Jehovah, In the beauty of holiness.
40And also that they send to men coming from afar, Unto whom a messenger is sent, And lo, they have come in for whom thou hast washed, Painted thine eyes, and put on adornment.
41And thou hast sat on a couch of honour, And a table arrayed before it, And My perfume and My oil placed on it.
1To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Jehovah, in Thy strength is the king joyful, In Thy salvation how greatly he rejoiceth.
3And thou hast been a crown of beauty in the hand of Jehovah, And a diadem of royalty in the hand of thy God,
30The grace `is' false, and the beauty `is' vain, A woman fearing Jehovah, she may boast herself.
3Thy people `are' free-will gifts in the day of Thy strength, in the honours of holiness, From the womb, from the morning, Thou hast the dew of thy youth.
9Bow yourselves to Jehovah, In the honour of holiness, Be afraid of His presence, all the earth.
1Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,
9Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
5For a young man doth marry a virgin, Thy Builders do marry thee, With the joy of a bridegroom over a bride, Rejoice over thee doth thy God.
15Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou `art' fair, thine eyes `are' doves!
11And all kings do bow themselves to him, All nations do serve him,
4And delight thyself on Jehovah, And He giveth to thee the petitions of thy heart.
7For better `that' he hath said to thee, `Come thou up hither,' Than `that' he humble thee before a noble, Whom thine eyes have seen.
6Honour and majesty `are' before Him, Strength and beauty in His sanctuary.
9What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, O fair among women? What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?
4Fair `art' thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts.
30And thou, O spoiled one, what dost thou? For thou puttest on scarlet, For thou adornest thyself `with' ornaments of gold. For thou rendest with pain thine eyes, In vain thou dost make thyself fair, Kicked against thee have doting ones, Thy life they do seek.
16and Bath-Sheba boweth and doth obeisance to the king, and the king saith, `What -- to thee?'