Song of Solomon 3

3 ¹On my bed through the night I sought the one my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him. ²Now I will rise and roam the city, through the streets and the squares; I will seek the one my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him. ³The watchmen found me as they made their rounds of the city. "Have you seen the one my soul loves?" ⁴I had barely passed them when I found the one my soul loves. I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him to my mother's house, to the room of the one who conceived me. ⁵I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the field: do not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.

⁶Who is this coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant? ⁷Look—it is Solomon's own carriage, with sixty mighty men around it, of the mighty men of Israel, ⁸all of them holding swords, trained for battle, each with his sword at his side, against the terror of the night. ⁹King Solomon made himself a carriage from the wood of Lebanon. ¹⁰He made its posts of silver, its back of gold, its seat of purple; its interior was lovingly inlaid by the daughters of Jerusalem. ¹¹Come out, daughters of Zion, and gaze on King Solomon, wearing the crown his mother set on him on his wedding day, on the day his heart rejoiced.