daughters of kings are among your ladies of honor; at your right hand stands the queen in gold of Ophir.
Hear, O daughter, consider, and incline your ear; forget your people and your father's house;
and the king will desire your beauty. Since he is your lord, bow to him;
the people of Tyre will sue your favor with gifts, the richest of the people
with all kinds of wealth. The princess is decked in her chamber with gold-woven robes;
in many-colored robes she is led to the king, with her virgin companions, her escort, in her train.