Song of Solomon 3

1 In my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, and found him not.

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

2 I will rise, and will go about the city: in the streets and the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, and 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 loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

3 The watchmen who keep the city, found me: Have you seen him, whom my soul loveth?

The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

4 When I had a little passed by them, I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him: and I will not let him go, till I bring him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her that bore me.

It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: 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 that conceived me.

5 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes and the harts of the fields, that you stir not up, nor awake my beloved, till she please.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

6 Who is she that goeth up by the desert, as a pillar of smoke of aromatical spices, of myrrh, and frankincense, and of all the powders of the perfumer?

Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?

7 Behold threescore valiant ones of the most valiant of Israel, surrounded the bed of Solomon?

Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.

8 All holding swords, and most expert in war: every man’s sword upon his thigh, because of fears in the night.

They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.

9 King Solomon hath made him a litter of the wood of Libanus:

King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.

10 The pillars thereof he made of silver, the seat of gold, the going up of purple: the midst he covered with charity for the daughters of Jerusalem.

He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.

11 Go forth, ye daughters of Sion, and see king Solomon in the diadem, wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the joy of his heart.

Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.