Song of Solomon 3:4-10

⁴It was but a little that I passed from them, But I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother’s house, And into the chamber of her that conceived me.

⁵I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, and by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

⁶Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?

⁷Behold his bed, which is Solomon’s; Threescore valiant men are about it, Of the valiant of Israel.

⁸They all hold swords, being expert in war: Every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.

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

¹⁰He made the pillars thereof of silver, The bottom thereof of gold, The covering of it of purple, The midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.