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.
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