שיר השירים ג׳Song of Songs 3

Upon my couch at night
I sought the one I love—
I sought, but found him not.

“I must rise and roam the town,
Through the streets and through the squares;
I must seek the one I love.”
I sought but found him not.

The watchmen came upon me
While patrolling the town—
“Have you seen the one I love?”

Scarcely had I passed them
When I found the one I love.
I held him fast, I would not let him go
Till I brought him to my mother’s house,
To the chamber of her who conceived me

I adjure you, O maidens of Jerusalem,
By gazelles or by hinds of the field:
Do not wake or rouse
Love until it please!

Who is she that comes up from the desert
Like columns of smoke,
In clouds of myrrh and frankincense,
Of all the powders of the merchant?

There is Solomon’s couch,
Encircled by sixty warriors
Of the warriors of Israel,

All of them trained “to learn.” in warfare,
Skilled in battle,
Each with sword on thigh
Because of terror by night.

King Solomon made him a palanquin
Of wood from Lebanon.

He made its posts of silver,
Its back of gold,
Its seat of purple wool.
Within, it was decked with love
By the maidens of Jerusalem.

O maidens of Zion, go forth
And gaze upon King Solomon
Wearing the crown that his mother
Gave him on his wedding day,
On his day of bliss.