Song of Songs 3

Tree of Life Version

3 On my bed in the night
    I longed for the one my soul loves.
    I looked for him but did not find him.
² I will get up and go about the city,
    into the streets and into the squares.
I must seek the one my soul loves.
    I looked for him but did not find him.
³ The guards patrolling the city found me.
“Have you seen the one my soul loves?”
⁴ Hardly had I passed beyond them
    when I found the one my soul loves.
I held him, and I would not let him go,
    until I brought him to my mother’s house,
    to the chamber of her who conceived me.

⁶ Who is this—she who is coming up from the wilderness
    like columns of smoke,
perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
    with every powder of the merchant?
⁷ Behold, it is Solomon’s traveling couch—
    around it are sixty warriors
    from the warriors of Israel.
⁸ All of them wield a sword,
    experts in war.
Each man with his sword on his thigh
    against terrors of the night.
⁹ King Solomon has made for himself
    a carriage from the trees of Lebanon.
¹⁰ He made its posts of silver, its back of gold,
    its seat of purple cloth,
its interior fitted out with love
    by the daughters of Jerusalem.
¹¹ Go out, daughters of Zion,
    and gaze upon King Solomon,
with a wreath his mother placed on him
    on the day of his marriage—
    on the day of his heart’s joy.