8All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, Out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad.
9Kings’ daughters were among thy honourable women: Upon thy right hand did 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 shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: For he is thy Lord; and worship thou him.
12And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift; Even the rich among the people shall intreat thy favour.