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 chamber of her who conceived me.
5
I adjure you, daughters of Yerushalayim, 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 Shlomo's carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, Of the mighty men of Yisra'el.
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.