[1] On my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him.
[2] I will arise now and go about the city, through the streets and squares. I will seek the one I love. So I sought him but did not find him.
[3] I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city: “Have you seen the one I love?”
[4] I had just passed them when I found the one I love. I held him and would not let go until I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the chamber of the one who conceived me.
[5] O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.
[6] Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, scented with myrrh and frankincense from all the spices of the merchant?
[7] Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage, escorted by sixty of the mightiest men of Israel.
[8] All are skilled with the sword, experienced in warfare. Each has his sword at his side prepared for the terror of the night.
[9] King Solomon has made his carriage out of the timber of Lebanon.
[10] He has made its posts of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple fabric. Its interior is inlaid with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
[11] Come out, O daughters of Zion, and gaze at King Solomon, wearing the crown his mother bestowed on the day of his wedding— the day of his heart’s rejoicing.