8All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia; Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made thee glad.
9Kings’ daughters are among thy honorable women: At thy right hand doth stand the queen in gold of Ophir.
10Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; Forget also thine own people, and thy father’s house:
11So will the king desire thy beauty; For he is thy lord; and reverence thou him.