YLT(i)
9 Daughters of kings are among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.
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.
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.