This is what the Lord says to his anointed,
whose right hand I take hold to open doors in front,
gates will not be shut:
I am the God of Bethel, where you anointed a pillar and made a vow.
Take the spices, take the oil:
liquid myrrh, half again of flowering cane, cinnamon skin.
Take the cassia, take the olive,
and make these sacred (oil and incense, onyx everywhere)
a fragrant blend, the work of a perfumer.
Take the anointing oil and pour on the head, aim high,
because the Lord’s anointing oil is on you (your very lifebreath).
Walk before my anointed always.
Pour and kiss with it saying,
Has not the Lord anointed you leader over his inheritance?
Although once small in your own eyes, did you not become the head?
The Lord has anointed you king; in the presence of the Lord, queen.
You prepare a table of fullness in the presence of my serpentine foe.
Fatness and meat, the prophet’s portion set aside for me.
You anoint my locks with oil; my cup and head do overflow.
My tongue is the pen, the bullet and the target
(kill the devil in the head, stab his face!)
and my lips oiled with grace kiss the Son.
God has blessed me forever, Amen.
Gird your sword on your side, O mighty;
robe yourself with splendour and gold.
In majesty go forth, ride loudly;
shout truth, show humility.
Let your arrows pierce the enemy heart;
let the nations fall, use your feet.
You love righteousness and hate wrong;
therefore, God, your Bethel, has set you above,
anointing you fresh with joy — it is golden.
(All your robes are fragrant, interwoven
with myrrh and aloes and cassia, golden.)
Go! Eat your glad food, drink with heart
your joyful wine; it is now God favours what you do.
Always dress with white, always
and anoint your head with light.