2 Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age.
3 Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
4 As to Thy majesty -- prosper! -- ride! Because of truth, and meekness -- righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things.
5 Thine arrows 'are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.
6 Thy throne, O God, 'is' age-during, and for ever, A sceptre of uprightness 'Is' the sceptre of Thy kingdom.
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