1By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I did not find him.
2I 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 did not find him.
3The watchmen who go about the city found me; To whom I said, Have you seen him whom my soul loves?
4It 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.
5I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles, or by the does of the field, That you not stir up, nor awaken my love, Until he pleases.
6Who is this that comes up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?
7Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; Sixty mighty men are around it, Of the mighty men of Israel.
8They all handle the sword, and are expert in war: Every man has his sword upon his thigh, Because of fear in the night.
9King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
10He made its pillars of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst being paved with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Go forth, O you daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon, With the crown with which his mother has crowned him In the day of his wedding, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.