Song of Solomon 3

¹ On my bed by night
I sought him whom my soul loves;
I sought him, but found him not.

² I will rise now and go about the city,
in the streets and in the squares;
I will seek him whom my soul loves.
I sought him, but found him not.

³ The watchmen found me
as they went about in the city.
'Have you seen him whom my soul loves?'

⁴ Scarcely had I passed them
when I found him whom my soul loves.
I held him and would not let him go
until I had brought him into my mother's house,
into the chamber of her who conceived me.

⁵ I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles or the hinds of the field:
do not stir up or awaken love
until it pleases.

⁶ What is that coming up from the wilderness
like columns of smoke,
perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
with all the fragrant powders of a merchant?

⁷ Behold, it is the litter of Solomon!
Around it are sixty mighty men,
some of the mighty men of Israel,

⁸ all of them wearing swords
and expert in war,
each with his sword at his thigh,
against terrors of the night.

⁹ King Solomon made himself a carriage
from the wood of Lebanon.

¹⁰ Its posts he made of silver,
its back of gold,
its seat of purple;
its interior was inlaid with love
by the daughters of Jerusalem.

¹¹ Go out, O daughters of Zion,
and look upon King Solomon,
with the crown with which his mother crowned him
on the day of his wedding,
on the day of the gladness of his heart.