Counsel to the Royal Bride

Psalms 45:10-15

Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house,

And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he is thy lord--bow thyself to him,

And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face.

All glory is the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work is her clothing.

In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins--after her--her companions, Are brought to thee.

They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king.