Song of songs

By night on my bed I sought Him whom my soul loved; I sought [Him], but I did not find Him.

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 did not find Him.

The watchmen going about the city found me. [I said], Have you seen Him whom my soul loves?

But a little while after I passed from them, 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, and into the room of her who conceived me.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field, do not stir up nor awake [my] love until it pleases.

Who [is] this coming up out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, from all the merchant's powders?

Behold his bed, Solomon's! Sixty mighty men [are] around it, of Israel's mighty men.

They all hold swords, instructed in war; each man has his sword on his thigh because of fear in the night.

King Solomon made himself a litter-bed of Lebanon's trees.

He made its poles [of] silver, its back gold, its seat of purple, its middle was paved [with] love by the daughters of Jerusalem.

Go forth, O daughters of Zion, and behold King Solomon with the crown [with] which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.