1
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.
2
I will rise now and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.
3
The watchmen that go about the city found me,
to whom I said, Have ye seen him whom my soul loves?
4
It was but a little that I passed from them that 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 and into the chamber of her that brought me into the light.
5
I charge you, O ye virgins of Jerusalem, by the roes and by the hinds of the field, that ye not awake nor stir up love, until he pleases.
6
Who
is she that rises out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense and with all
the aromatic powders?
7
Behold
it is the bed of Solomon; sixty valiant men
are about it of the valiant of Israel.
8
They all hold swords,
being expert in war; each one
has his sword upon his thigh because of the fears of the night.