SONG OF SONGS 3:4-8

⁴It was but a little that I passed from them, when 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 adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awaken love, until it please.

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

⁷Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; threescore mighty men are about it, of the mighty men of Israel.

⁸They all handle the sword, and are expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh, because of fear in the night.