1
Night after night on my bed I looked for the man I love. I looked for him, but I didn't find him.
2
"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.
3
The guards roaming the city found me. "Have you seen the man I love?"
4
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.
5
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!
6
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?
7
It is Shlomo's litter, escorted by sixty valiant men chosen from Isra'el's finest;
8
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.
9
King Shlomo made himself a royal litter of wood from the L'vanon.