Myrrh and aloes, cassias, all thy garments, - Out of the palaces of ivory, the tones of strings, have rejoiced thee.

They shall be brought, with rejoicings and exultation, - They shall enter into the palace of the king!

God, in her palaces, is to be known as a high tower.

Apply your mind to her rampart, Pass between her palaces, That ye may recount them to an after generation;

Peace be within thy walls, prosperity within thy palaces:

That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, - Our daughters, like corner pillars, - carved, in the construction of a palace: