Song of Solomon 3

¹All night long on my bed

I looked for the one my heart loves;

I looked for him but did not find him.

²I will get up now and go about the city,

through its streets and squares;

I will search for the one my heart loves.

So I looked for him but did not find him.

³The watchmen found me

as they made their rounds in the city.

“Have you seen the one my heart loves?”

⁴Scarcely had I passed them

when I found the one my heart loves.

I held him and would not let him go

till I had brought him to my mother’s house,

to the room of the one who conceived me.

⁵Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you

by the gazelles and by the does of the field:

Do not arouse or awaken love

until it so desires.

⁶Who is this coming up from the wilderness

like a column of smoke,

perfumed with myrrh and incense

made from all the spices of the merchant?

⁷Look! It is Solomon’s carriage,

escorted by sixty warriors,

the noblest of Israel,

⁸all of them wearing the sword,

all experienced in battle,

each with his sword at his side,

prepared for the terrors of the night.

⁹King Solomon made for himself the carriage;

he made it of wood from Lebanon.

¹⁰Its posts he made of silver,

its base of gold.

Its seat was upholstered with purple,

its interior inlaid with love.

Daughters of Jerusalem, ¹¹come out,

and look, you daughters of Zion.

Look on King Solomon wearing a crown,

the crown with which his mother crowned him

on the day of his wedding,

the day his heart rejoiced.