Song 3
1
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him
not.
2
[I said], I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broad
ways I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.
3
The watchmen that go about the city found me; [To whom I said], Saw you him whom my
soul loves?
4
It was but a little that I passed from 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,
And into the chamber of her that conceived me.
5
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field,
That you stir not up, nor awake [my] love, Until he please.
6
Who is this that comes up from 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 has his sword upon his
thigh, Because of fear in the night.
9
King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
10
He made its pillars of silver, Its bottom of gold, the seat of it
of purple, Its midst being paved with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem.
11
Go forth, O you daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon, With the crown wherewith
his mother has crowned him In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness
of his heart.