psalm 45
3 Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty.
5 Thine arrows are sharp in the heart of the king's enemies; whereby the people fall under thee.
6 Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever: the sceptre of thy kingdom is a right sceptre.
11 So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him.
13 The king's daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold.
15 With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: they shall enter into the king's palace.
16 Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth.