1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.
2 I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.
3 The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw you him whom my soul loves?
4 It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother' house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
5 I charge you, O you daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
6 Who is this that comes out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
7 Behold his bed, which is Solomon'; three score valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.
8 They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man has his sword on his thigh because of fear in the night.
9 King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.
10 He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the middle thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Go forth, O you daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.
1 Shulamite: By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.
2 I will rise now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the broad places I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.
3 The watchmen who go about the city found me and I said, Have you seen him whom my soul loves?
4 Scarcely had I passed by them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I took hold of him and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mothers house, and into the room of her who conceived me.
5 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, that you do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.
6 Shulamite: Who is this coming out of the wilderness like columns of smoke, like the smoke of sacrifices of myrrh and frankincense, of all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
7 Behold, it is Solomons bed, with sixty mighty men around it, of the mighty of Israel.
8 They all hold swords, being expert in war. Every man has his sword on his thigh because of fear in the night.
9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin from trees of Lebanon.
10 He made its pillars of silver, its support of gold, its seat of purple; its interior paved with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, the day of the gladness of his heart.