Song 3
1
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth; I sought him, but I found him
not.
2
'I will rise now, and go about the city, in the streets and in the broad ways, I will
seek him whom my soul loveth.' I sought him, but I found him not.
3
The watchmen that go about the city found me: 'Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?'
4
Scarce 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.
5
'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the
field, that ye awaken not, nor stir up love, until it please.'
6
Who is this that cometh up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with
myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
7
Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; threescore mighty men are about it, of the mighty
men of Israel.
8
They all handle the sword, and are expert in war; every man hath his sword upon his
thigh, because of dread in the night.
9
King Solomon made himself a palanquin of the wood of Lebanon.
10
He made the pillars thereof of silver, the top thereof of gold, the seat of it of
purple, the inside thereof being inlaid with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.
11
Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and gaze upon king Solomon, even upon the crown
wherewith his mother hath crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day
of the gladness of his heart.