Song of Solomon 3
1 On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found him not!
On my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him.
2 — Pray, let me rise, and go round the city, In the streets and in the broad places, I seek him whom my soul hath loved! — I sought him, and I found him not.
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 The watchmen have found me, (Who are going round about the city), 'Him whom my soul have loved saw ye?'
I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city: “Have you seen the one I love?”
4 But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother — And the chamber of her that conceived me.
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 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
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 palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed [with] myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
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 Lo, his couch, that [is] Solomon's, Sixty mighty ones [are] around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage, escorted by sixty of the mightiest men of Israel.
8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.
All are skilled with the sword, experienced in warfare. Each has his sword at his side prepared for the terror of the night.
9 A palanquin king Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon,
King Solomon has made his carriage out of the timber of Lebanon.
10 Its pillars he made of silver, Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, Its midst lined [with] love, By the daughters of Jerusalem.
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 Go forth, and look, ye daughters of Zion, On king Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
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.
