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. 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. 17 I make mention of Thy name in all generations, Therefore do peoples praise Thee, To the age, and for ever!
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. 17 I make mention of Thy name in all generations, Therefore do peoples praise Thee, To the age, and for ever!