Psalms 45

1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lilies.” A Maskil of the sons of Korah. A love song. My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses to the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.

MONION I kin wiada kaul kajelel apot; I pan kaule ki duen Nanmarki amen, lo I rajon penjil en jaunintin koiok aman.

2 You are the most handsome of men; grace has anointed your lips, since God has blessed you forever.

Komui ta me kajelel jan aramaj karoj; meid kajalel jilan omui; i me Kot kapai kin komui ta kokolata.

3 Strap your sword at your side, O mighty warrior; appear in your majesty and splendor.

Pira won omui koldaj ni lonelon omui, komui ol komad, o kapwata kin komui!

4 In your splendor ride forth in victory on behalf of truth and humility and justice; may your right hand show your awesome deeds.

Komui en pwaida ni omui kapwat, Kom kotiwei, pwen jauaja me melel, o me luet akan, pwen kolekol on ir me pun. Lim omui maun ap pan wia dodok kapuriamui.

5 Your arrows pierce the hearts of the king’s foes; the nations fall beneath your feet.

Kananan omui kajik katieu me kon wei kan kin lodi on komui; re kin lel on nan monion en imwintiti en nanmarki.

6 Your throne, O God, endures forever and ever, and justice is the scepter of Your kingdom.

Main Kot, mol omui pan duedueta kokolata; o jokon en wei omui me jokon en pun apot.

7 You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness; therefore God, your God, has anointed you above your companions with the oil of joy.

Kom kin pok on me pun ap tataki tiak jued; i me Kot, omui Kot, keie kin komui le en kaperen mon omui warok kan.

8 All your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia; from palaces of ivory the harps make you glad.

Omui likau kan kin pomauki mire, aloe, o kajia ni omui pedoi jan tanpaj omui im elpenpain, komui kin polauleki kaul o arp.

9 The daughters of kings are among your honored women; the queen stands at your right hand, adorned with the gold of Ophir.

Japwilim en Nanmarki jeri pein ko mi nan pun en toun tanpaj omui; li Nanmarki a kotikot ni pali maun omui kapwateki kold en opir.

10 Listen, O daughter! Consider and incline your ear: Forget your people and your father’s house,

Nai jeripein koe ron, o kilan, o kapaikedi jalon om, o monokela jap om o jau om akan.

11 and the king will desire your beauty; bow to him, for he is your lord.

Nanmarki ap pan peren kida mom om kajelel; pwe i om Kaun, a koe en kaudoki on i.

12 The Daughter of Tyre will come with a gift; men of wealth will seek your favor.

Nain Tiruj, me kapwapa re’rail pan wado kijakij; o nidinid re om.

13 All glorious is the princess in her chamber; her gown is embroidered with gold.

Japwilim en Nanmarki jeripein, me mi lole, meid kajelel ni monion i, a kapwateki likau kold.

14 In colorful garments she is led to the king; her virgin companions are brought before you.

A pan pakaluala ren Nanmarki ni a likau linan o a warok peinekap akan, me idauen i, kompoke pa, pan kalua don komui.

15 They are led in with joy and gladness; they enter the palace of the king.

Re pan kalua irail ki peren o nijinij, o re kin pedelon on nan tanpaj en Nanmarki.

16 Your sons will succeed your fathers; you will make them princes throughout the land.

Noumui manakap akan pan wiliandi jam omui kan; i me kom pan kajapwiladan jaupeidi en jap akan karoj.

17 I will commemorate your name through all generations; therefore the nations will praise you forever and ever.

I pan tamanda mar omui ni di kan karoj; i me wei kan karoj pan kapina komui kokolata.