8 All thy garments smell of myrrh and aloes and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, by which they have made thee glad.
9 Kings’ daughters were among thy honourable women; the queen stands at thy right hand with a crown of gold from 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 greatly desire thy beauty; and bow before him, for he is thy Lord.
12 And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift; even the rich among the people shall intreat thy favour.
13 The king’s daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold.
14 She shall be brought unto the king in raiment of needlework; the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee.