7 Your throne, O God, stands forever;your royal scepter is a scepter for justice.
8 You love justice and hate wrongdoing;therefore God, your God, has anointed youwith the oil of gladness above your fellow kings.
9 With myrrh, aloes, and cassiayour robes are fragrant.From ivory-paneled palacesstringed instruments bring you joy.
10 Daughters of kings are your lovely wives;a princess arrayed in Ophir’s goldcomes to stand at your right hand.
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.