3 On my bed by night I sought him
    whom my soul loves;
    I sought him, but found him not.
² I will rise now and go about the city,
    in the streets and in the squares;
I will seek him whom my soul loves.
    I sought him, but found him not.
³ The watchmen found me,
    as they went about the city.
    “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
⁴ Scarcely had I passed them,
    when I found him whom my soul loves.
I held him, and would not let him go
    until I brought him to my mother’s house,
    and into the chamber of her who conceived me.
⁵ I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    by the gazelles or does of the field,
do not stir up or awaken love
    until it pleases.

⁶ Who is that coming up from the wilderness,
    like columns of smoke,
perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
    with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
⁷ Look, it is the litter of Solomon!
    Around it are sixty mighty men,
    of the mighty men of Israel,
⁸ all of them holding swords
    and expert in war,
each with his sword at his thigh,
    because of terrors by night.
⁹ King Solomon made himself a palanquin
    from the wood of Lebanon.
¹⁰ He made its posts of silver,
    its back of gold,
its seat of purple;
    its interior was inlaid with love
    by the daughters of Jerusalem.
¹¹ Go forth, O daughters of Zion,
    and see King Solomon with the crown
    with which his mother crowned him
on the day of his wedding,
    on the day of the gladness of his heart.