Song of Solomon 3:4-10

⁴I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.

⁵I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.

⁶Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?

⁷See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,

⁸All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.

⁹King Solomon made himself a bed of the wood of Lebanon.

¹⁰He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.