1
By night on my bed I was looking for him who is the love of my soul: I was looking for him, but I did not see him.
2
I will get up now and go about the town, in the streets and in the wide ways I will go after him who is the love of my soul: I went after him, but I did not see him.
3
The watchmen who go about the town came by me; to them I said, Have you seen him who is my heart's desire?
4
I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.
5
I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.
6
Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
7
See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,
8
All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.
9
King Solomon made himself a bed of the wood of Lebanon.
10
He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.