10 Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house,
11 And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he [is] thy lord--bow thyself to him,
12 And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face.
13 All glory [is] the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work [is] her clothing.
14 In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins--after her--her companions, Are brought to thee.
15 They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king.
16 Instead of thy fathers are thy sons, Thou dost appoint them for princes in all the earth.