11 Listen, my daughter, and understand;pay me careful heed.Forget your people and your father’s house,
12 that the king might desire your beauty.He is your lord;
13 honor him, daughter of Tyre.Then the richest of the peoplewill seek your favor with gifts.
14 All glorious is the king’s daughter as she enters,her raiment threaded with gold;
15 In embroidered apparel she is led to the king.The maids of her train are presented to the king.
16 They are led in with glad and joyous acclaim;they enter the palace of the king.
17 The throne of your fathers your sons will have;you shall make them princes through all the land.