8Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.
9Daughters of kings are among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.
10Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house,
11And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he is thy lord — bow thyself to him,
12And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face.
13All glory is the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work is her clothing.
14In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins — after her — her companions, Are brought to thee.