O daughter, hear and heed; Incline to me thine ear:
"Forget thou now thy people all, Thy father's household dear.
Thy beauty to the King Shall then delightful be;
Because He is thy Lord, do thou To Him bow rev'rently."
The daughter then of Tyre There with a gift hall be,
And all the wealthy of the land Will make requests of Thee.
The daughter of the King All glorious waits within;
Her lovely gown with threads of gold Has interwoven been.
She to the King is led In fine embroidery;
The bridesmaids in her train, her friends, Are brought o honor thee.
Attendants following Their joy and gladness bring,
Until they all have entered there The palace of the King.
Then in Thy father's stead Thy children Thou shalt take
And everywhere in all the earth Them noble princes make.
Through every coming age I'll make Thy name to live;
The peoples therefore evermore Their praise to Thee shall give.
