Psalms 45:14 · KJV
“She shall be brought unto the king in raiment of needlework: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee.”
— Psalms 45:14
The king's daughter {is} all glorious within: her clothing {is} of wrought gold.
With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: they shall enter into the king's palace.
Psalms 45 — Context
And the daughter of Tyre {shall be there} with a gift; {even} the rich among the people shall intreat thy favour. {favour: Heb. face}
13The king's daughter {is} all glorious within: her clothing {is} of wrought gold.
14She shall be brought unto the king in raiment of needlework: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee.
15With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: they shall enter into the king's palace.
16Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth.
Cross References
2 Corinthians 11:2
For I am jealous over you with godly jealousy: for I have espoused you to one husband, that I may present {you as} a chaste virgin to Christ.
Song of Solomon 8:13
Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear {it}.
Song of Solomon 1:3-5
Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name {is as} ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
Song of Solomon 6:1
Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee.
Song of Solomon 6:13
Return, return, O Shulamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shulamite? As it were the company of two armies. {of...: or, of Mahanaim}
Song of Solomon 6:8
There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.
Exodus 28:39
And thou shalt embroider the coat of fine linen, and thou shalt make the mitre {of} fine linen, and thou shalt make the girdle {of} needlework.
Song of Solomon 2:7
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake {my} love, till he please. {I charge...: Heb. I adjure you}