1 Upon my bed, through the nights, I looked for the one my soul loves; I looked for him but could not find him.
2 "I will get up now and roam through the city, through the streets and the squares; I will look for the one my soul loves." I looked for him but could not find him.
3 The watchmen making their rounds in the city came upon me. "Have you seen the one my soul loves?"
4 I had hardly gone past them when I found the one my soul loves. I held him and would not release him until I had brought him to my mother's house, to the room of the one who conceived me.
5 I make you swear, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the hinds of the field, that you will not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.
6 Who is this coming up from the desert like pillars of smoke, scented with myrrh and frankincense, with every powder of the trader?
7 See, it is Solomon's couch! Sixty warriors are around it, of the warriors of Israel,
8 all of them gripping swords, skilled in battle, each with his sword at his side against the terrors of the night.
9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin of timber from Lebanon.
10 Its posts he made of silver, its back of gold, its seat of purple; its inside was lovingly fitted out by the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Come out, daughters of Zion, and gaze on King Solomon, with the crown his mother set on his head on the day of his wedding, the day his heart rejoiced.