y’all, O daughters of Jerusalem, I admonish 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.