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1 By
night on my
bed,
I sought him whom
my soul loves.
I sought him,
but I didn’t find
him.
2 I
will get up
now, and go
about the city;
in the streets
and in the
squares I will
seek him whom my
soul loves.
I sought him,
but I didn’t find
him.
3 The
watchmen who go
about the city
found me;
“Have you seen
him whom my
soul loves?”
4 I
had scarcely
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,
into the room
of her who
conceived me.
5 I
adjure you,
daughters of
Jerusalem,
by the roes,
or by the hinds
of the field,
that you not
stir up nor awaken
love,
until it so
desires.
6 Who
is this who
comes up from
the wilderness
like pillars of
smoke,
perfumed with
myrrh and
frankincense,
with all spices
of the merchant?
7 Behold,
it is Solomon’s
carriage!
Sixty mighty men
are around it,
of the mighty
men of Israel.
8 They
all handle the
sword, and are
expert in war.
Every man has
his sword on
his thigh,
because of fear
in the night.
9 King
Solomon made
himself a carriage
of the wood
of Lebanon.
10 He
made its pillars
of silver,
its bottom of
gold, its seat
of purple,
the middle of
it being paved
with love,
from the
daughters of
Jerusalem.
11 Go
out, you daughters
of Zion, and
see King Solomon,
with the crown
with which
his mother has
crowned him,
in the day
of his weddings,
in the day
of the gladness
of his heart.