^{11 Ref} And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he `is' thy lord -- bow thyself to him,

^{12 Ref} And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face.

^{13 Ref} All glory `is' the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work `is' her clothing.

^{14 Ref} In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins -- after her -- her companions, Are brought to thee.

^{15 Ref} They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king.

^{16 Ref} Instead of thy fathers are thy sons, Thou dost appoint them for princes in all the earth.