Song of Songs 3 · שיר השירים

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.

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 found him not.

The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Have you seen him whom my soul loves?

Scarce had 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, and into the chamber of her who conceived me.

I charge you, O daughters of Yerushalayim, by the gazelles, and by the hinds of the field, that you stir not up, nor awake my love, till it please.

Who is this coming out of the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?

Behold it is his litter, that of Shelomo! sixty valiant men are round about it, of the mighty men of Yisra᾽el.

All girt with swords, and expert in war: every man has his sword upon his thigh because of the fear by night.

King Shelomo made himself a palanquin of the timbers of the Levanon.

He made its pillars of silver, its back of gold, its seat of purple, the midst of it being inlaid lovingly, by the daughters of Yerushalayim.

Go forth, O daughters of Żiyyon, and behold king Shelomo with the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, and on the day of the gladness of his heart.