3 Night after night on my bed
I looked for the man I love.
I looked for him, but I didn’t find him.
² “I will get up now and roam the city,
through the streets and the open places,
I will look for the man I love.”
I looked for him, but I didn’t find him.
³ The guards roaming the city found me.
“Have you seen the man I love?”
⁴ Scarcely had I left them,
when I found the man I love.
I took hold of him
and would not let him go
until I had brought him to my mother’s house,
to the bedroom of the woman who conceived me.
⁵ I warn you, daughters of Yerushalayim,
by the gazelles and deer in the wilds,
not to awaken or stir up love
until it wants to arise!

⁶ Who is this, coming up from the desert
like a column of smoke,
perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
chosen from the merchant’s crushed spices?
⁷ It is Shlomo’s litter,
escorted by sixty valiant men
chosen from Isra’el’s finest;
⁸ all of them wield the sword
and are expert fighters;
each one has his sword ready at his side
to combat the terrors of night.
⁹ King Shlomo made himself a royal litter
of wood from the L’vanon.
¹⁰ He made its columns of silver,
its roof of gold, its seat of purple cloth;
its inside was lovingly inlaid
by the daughters of Yerushalayim.

¹¹ Daughters of Tziyon, come out,
and gaze upon King Shlomo,
wearing the crown with which his mother crowned him
on his wedding day, his day of joy!