1. My heart bursts its banks,spilling beauty and goodness.I pour it out in a poem to the king,shaping the river into words:
10-12. “Now listen, daughter, don’t miss a word:forget your country, put your home behind you.Be here—the king is wild for you.Since he’s your lord, adore him.Wedding gifts pour in from Tyre;rich guests shower you with presents.”
13-15. (Her wedding dress is dazzling,lined with gold by the weavers;All her dresses and robesare woven with gold.She is led to the king,followed by her virgin companions.A procession of joy and laughter!a grand entrance to the king’s palace!)
16-17. “Set your mind now on sons—don’t dote on father and grandfather.You’ll set your sons up as princesall over the earth.I’ll make you famous for generations;you’ll be the talk of the townfor a long, long time.”