Song of Solomon 3

1On my bed by night I sought the one my soul loves; I sought him, but did not find him.

2I will rise now and go around the city, through the streets and the squares; I will seek the one my soul loves. I sought him, but did not find him.

3The watchmen patrolling the city found me: "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"

4Scarcely had I passed from them when I found the one my soul loves. I grasped him and did not release him until I brought him to my mother's house, to the chamber of her who conceived me.

5I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, not to stir up or awaken love until it desires.

6Who is this rising from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the merchant's powders?

7Behold Solomon's bed, surrounded by sixty champions from the mighty men of Israel.

8All grasp swords, trained in war; each man keeps his sword at his thigh because of dread in the nights.

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

10He made its pillars of silver, its support of gold, its seat of purple, its interior paved with love from the daughters of Jerusalem.

11Go out, daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon with the crown his mother crowned him with on his wedding day, the day of his heart's joy.