1By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he hearkened not to me.
2I will rise now, and go about in the city, In the marketplaces, and in the streets, And I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.
3The watchmen who go their rounds in the city found me. I said, Have ye seen him whom my soul loves?
4It was as a little while after I parted from them, That I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and did not let him go, Until I brought him into my mother’s house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.
5I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the powers and by the virtues of the field, That ye rouse not nor awake my love, until he please.
6Who is this that comes up from the wilderness As pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the perfumer?
7Behold Solomon’s bed; Sixty mighty men of the mighty ones of Israel are round about it.
8They all hold a sword, Being expert in war: Every man has his sword upon his thigh Because of fear by night.
9King Solomon made himself a litter of woods of Lebanon.
10He made the pillars of it silver, The bottom of it gold, The covering of it scarlet, In the midst of it a pavement of love, For the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Go forth, ye daughters of Zion, And behold King Solomon, With the crown wherewith his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the gladness of his heart.