1[To the chiefe Musician vpon Shoshannim, for the sonnes of Korah, Maschil: a song of loues.] My heart is inditing a good matter: I speake of the things which I haue made, touching the King: my tongue is the penne of a ready writer. 2Thou art fairer then the children of men: grace is powred into thy lips: therfore God hath blessed thee for euer. 3Gird thy sword vpon thy thigh, O most mightie: with thy glory and thy maiestie.4And in thy maiestie ride prosperously, because of trueth and meekenes, and righteousnesse: and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things. 5Thine arrowes are sharpe in the heart of the Kings enemies; whereby the people fall vnder thee.