1On my bed in the night I longed for the one my soul loves. I looked for him but did not find him.
2I will get up and go about the city, into the streets and into the squares. I must seek the one my soul loves. I looked for him but did not find him.
3The guards patrolling the city found me. “Have you seen the one my soul loves?”
4Hardly had I passed beyond them when I found the one my soul loves. I held him, and I would not let him go, until I brought him to my mother’s house, to the chamber of her who conceived me.
5Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you, by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it delights.
The King on his Wedding Day
6Who is this—she who is coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with every powder of the merchant?
7Behold, it is Solomon’s traveling couch— around it are sixty warriors from the warriors of Israel.
8All of them wield a sword, experts in war. Each man with his sword on his thigh against terrors of the night.
9King Solomon has made for himself a carriage from the trees of Lebanon.
10He made its posts of silver, its back of gold, its seat of purple cloth, its interior fitted out with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Go out, daughters of Zion, and gaze upon King Solomon, with a wreath his mother placed on him on the day of his marriage— on the day of his heart’s joy.