Song of Solomon 3:4-10

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.

⁹A palanquin king Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,

¹⁰Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined with love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.