Song of Solomon 3

3 ¹ On my bed through the night I sought the one my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him. ² Now 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. ³ The watchmen found me as they made their rounds of the city. "Have you seen the one my soul loves? ⁴ I 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. ⁵ I charge you, 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 frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant? ⁷ Look — it is Solomon's own carriage, with sixty mighty men around it, of the mighty men of Israel, ⁸ all of them holding swords, trained for battle, each with his sword at his side, against the terror of the night. ⁹ King Solomon made himself a carriage from the wood of Lebanon. ¹⁰ He made its posts of silver, its back of gold, its seat of purple; its interior was lovingly inlaid by the daughters of Jerusalem. ¹¹ Come 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.