Song of Solomon 3 By night on my bed, I longed for him whom my soul loves. I longed for him, but I didn’t find him. 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. The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have y’all seen him whom my soul loves?” Scarcely had I 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 room of her who conceived me.

 

I admonish y’all, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles, and by the does of the field: Y’all must not arouse or awaken love, until it so desires.

 

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant? Look, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel. They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.

 

King Solomon made himself a carriage from the wood of Lebanon. He made its posts of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple fabric, its interior fitted with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem. Y’all go out, you daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon, with the crown with which his mother crowned him, in the day of his wedding, in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Lover