8 All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia; out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made thee glad.
9 Kings' daughters are among thy honourable women: at thy right hand doth stand the queen in gold of Ophir.
10 Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; forget also thine own people, and thy father's house;
11 So shall the king desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him.
12 And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift; even the rich among the people shall entreat thy favour.
13 The king's daughter within the palace is all glorious: her clothing is inwrought with gold.
14 She shall be led unto the king in broidered work: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee.