Who is this, coming up from the wilderness, like pillars of smoke? She is perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, selected from all the spice merchant's powders.
Picture Solomon's bed— sixty heroic men round about it, all from the heroes of Israel,
all of them skilled with the sword, expert in warfare, each with his sword ready at his thigh against terrors that come by night.
King Solomon made a canopied couch for himself from the trees of Lebanon.
Its pillars he made of silver, its covering, cloth of gold, its cushions, royal purple; its interior inlaid with love. Daughters of Jerusalem,
go forth! Look, daughters of Zion— on King Solomon wearing the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, on the day of his heart's joy.