YLT(i)
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. 7 Thou hast loved righteousness and hatest wickedness, Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee, Oil of joy above thy companions.
6 Thy throne, O God, is age-during, and for ever, A sceptre of uprightness Is the sceptre of Thy kingdom. 7 Thou hast loved righteousness and hatest wickedness, Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee, Oil of joy above thy companions.