All thy garments'smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia; Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made thee glad.

God hath made himself known in her palaces for a refuge.

Mark ye well her bulwarks; Consider her palaces: That ye may tell it to the generation following.

Peace be within thy walls, And prosperity within thy palaces.

The king's daughter within the palace is all glorious: Her clothing is inwrought with gold.

With gladness and rejoicing shall they be led: They shall enter into the king's palace.

When our sons shall be as plants grown up in their youth, And our daughters as corner-stones hewn after the fashion of a palace;