Myrrh, aloes, cassia, all thy raiment is.
From ivory palaces the viols gladden thee.
King’s daughters count among thy favorites;
And at thy right hand stands the Queen
In Gold of Ophir.
“O daughter, hark! behold and bend thy ear:
Forget thy people and thy father’s house.
Win thou the King thy beauty to desire;
He is thy lord; do homage unto him.
So Tyrus’s daughter and the sons of wealth