Night after night on my bed I looked for the man I love. I looked for him, but I didn't find him.
"I will get up now and roam the city, through the streets and the open places, I will look for the man I love." I looked for him, but I didn't find him.
The guards roaming the city found me. "Have you seen the man I love?"
Scarcely had I left them, when I found the man I love. I took hold of him and would not let him go until I had brought him to my mother's house, to the bedroom of the woman who conceived me.
I warn you, daughters of Yerushalayim, by the gazelles and deer in the wilds, not to awaken or stir up love until it wants to arise!
Who is this, coming up from the desert like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, chosen from the merchant's crushed spices?
It is Shlomo's litter, escorted by sixty valiant men chosen from Isra'el's finest;
all of them wield the sword and are expert fighters; each one has his sword ready at his side to combat the terrors of night.
King Shlomo made himself a royal litter of wood from the L'vanon.
He made its columns of silver, its roof of gold, its seat of purple cloth; its inside was lovingly inlaid by the daughters of Yerushalayim.
Daughters of Tziyon, come out, and gaze upon King Shlomo, wearing the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, his day of joy!