^{9 Ref} Daughters of kings `are' among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.

^{10 Ref} Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house,

^{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.