Song of Solomon 3

¹On my bed, in the nights, I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

²I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broadways Will I seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

³The watchmen that go about the city found me: — Have ye seen him whom my soul loveth?

⁴— Scarcely had I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.

⁵I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.

⁶Who is this, [she] that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant? ...

⁷Behold his couch, Solomon's own: Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty of Israel.

⁸They all hold the sword, Experts in war; Each hath his sword upon his thigh Because of alarm in the nights.

⁹King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.

¹⁰Its pillars he made of silver, Its support of gold, Its seat of purple; The midst thereof was paved [with] love By the daughters of Jerusalem.

¹¹Go forth, daughters of Zion, And behold king Solomon With the crown wherewith his mother crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.