Song of Solomon 3:2-8

²— Pray, let me rise, and go round the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul hath loved! — I sought him, and I found him not.

³The watchmen have found me, (Who are going round about the city), 'Him whom my soul have loved saw ye?'

⁴But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother — And the chamber of her that conceived me.

⁵I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

⁶Who is this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?

⁷Lo, his couch, that is Solomon's, Sixty mighty ones are around it, Of the mighty of Israel,

⁸All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.