Psalms 45:3
Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
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4As to Thy majesty -- prosper! -- ride! Because of truth, and meekness -- righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things.
5Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.
6Thy throne, O God, `is' age-during, and for ever, A sceptre of uprightness `Is' the sceptre of Thy kingdom.
7Thou hast loved righteousness and hatest wickedness, Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee, Oil of joy above thy companions.
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.
1To the Overseer. -- `On the Lilies.' -- By sons of Korah. -- An Instruction. -- A song of loves. My heart hath indited a good thing, I am telling my works to a king, My tongue `is' the pen of a speedy writer.
2Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age.
10Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.
13Thou hast an arm with might, Strong is Thy hand -- high Thy right hand.
39And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me.
4Bright `art' Thou, honourable above hills of prey.
40And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Thou causest my withstanders to bow under me.
3`Set ye in array shield and buckler, And draw nigh to battle.
4Gird the horses, and go up, ye horsemen, And station yourselves with helmets, Polish the javelins, put on the coats of mail.
35And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy right hand doth support me, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.
5Great `is' his honour in Thy salvation, Honour and majesty Thou placest on him.
6For Thou makest him blessings for ever, Thou dost cause him to rejoice with joy, By Thy countenance.
35Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,
36And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.
8All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
11And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he `is' thy lord -- bow thyself to him,
5The Lord on thy right hand smote kings In the day of His anger.
6The exaltation of God `is' in their throat, And a two-edged sword in their hand.
17For the beauty of their strength `art' Thou, And in Thy good will is our horn exalted,
2And he maketh my mouth as a sharp sword, In the shadow of His hand He hath hid me, And He maketh me for a clear arrow, In His quiver He hath hid me.
2The rod of thy strength doth Jehovah send from Zion, Rule in the midst of thine enemies.
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.
3And thou hast been a crown of beauty in the hand of Jehovah, And a diadem of royalty in the hand of thy God,
25For instead of glory, thy men by sword do fall, And thy might in battle.
13All glory `is' the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work `is' her clothing.
43Also -- Thou turnest back the sharpness of his sword, And hast not established him in battle,
16and he hath upon the garment and upon his thigh the name written, `King of kings, and Lord of lords.'
3And Thou, O Jehovah, `art' a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
4As the tower of David `is' thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.
1By David. Blessed `is' Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
5And righteousness hath been the girdle of his loins, And faithfulness -- the girdle of his reins.
13Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
5Be Thou exalted above the heavens, O God, Above all the earth Thine honour.
2Take hold of shield and buckler, and rise for my help,
10Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
16The right hand of Jehovah is exalted, The right hand of Jehovah is doing valiantly.
1To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Jehovah, in Thy strength is the king joyful, In Thy salvation how greatly he rejoiceth.
1A Psalm of David. Ascribe to Jehovah, ye sons of the mighty, Ascribe to Jehovah honour and strength.
32God! who is girding me `with' strength, And He maketh perfect my way.
9Utterly naked Thou dost make Thy bow, Sworn are the tribes -- saying, `Pause!' `With' rivers Thou dost cleave the earth.
13Be Thou exalted, O Jehovah in, Thy strength, We sing and we praise Thy might!
1Jehovah hath reigned, Excellency He hath put on, Jehovah put on strength, He girded Himself, Also -- established is the world, unmoved.
23Against him rattle doth quiver, The flame of a spear, and a halbert.
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.