Song of Songs 3
1 On my bed, through the nights, I searched for the one I love. I searched for him, but did not find him.
2 I will get up now and walk through the city, through the streets and the squares. I will search for the one I love. I searched for him, but did not find him.
3 The guards who patrol the city found me. “Have you seen the one I love?”
4 Hardly had I passed them when I found the one I love. I held on to him and would not let him go until I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the room of the one who gave birth to me.
5 I make you swear, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and the does of the field: do not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.
6 Who is this coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and incense, with every powder of the merchant?
7 Look, Solomon’s bed, with sixty warriors around it, among the warriors of Israel.
8 All of them carry swords and are trained for war; each has his sword at his thigh, because of the terrors of the night.
9 King Solomon made himself a litter of wood from Lebanon.
10 He made its pillars of silver, its backrest of gold, its seat of purple; its interior was lined with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.
11 Come out and see, daughters of Zion, King Solomon wearing the crown his mother placed on him on his wedding day, the day his heart rejoiced.
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