On your right stands the queen, in garments of gold
The dough ters of kings are among your loved ones.
On your right stands the queen in gold of ophir.
Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words; Forget your own
people and your father’s house
On your right stands the queen, in garments of gold
So will the king desire your beauty?
He is your lord, pay homage to him
They are escorted amid gladness and joy;
They pass within the palace of the king.
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