By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I didn't find him.
2I said, 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 didn't find him.
3The watchmen who go about the city found me; To whom I said, Saw you him whom my soul loves?
4It was but a little that I passed from them, When I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and would not let him go, Until I had brought him into my mother's house, Into the chamber of her who conceived me.
5I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That you not stir up, nor awake my love, Until he please.
6Who is this who comes up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?
7Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; Sixty mighty men are about it, Of the mighty men of Israel.
8They all handle the sword, and are expert in war: Every man has his sword on his thigh, Because of fear in the night.
9King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.
10He made the pillars of it of silver, The bottom of it of gold, the seat of it of purple, The midst of it being paved with love, From the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Go forth, O you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, With the crown wherewith his mother has crowned him In the day of his weddings, In the day of the gladness of his heart.