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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. Psalms 45:9-13, Young's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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