song of solomon
by night on my bed I sought him whom
my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found
I will rise now, and go about the city in
the streets, and in the broad ways I will
seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought
him, but I found him not.
the watchmen that go about the city
found me: to whom I said, saw ye him
whom my soul loveth?
it was but a little that I passed from them,
but I found him whom my soul loveth:
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
I charge you, o ye daughters of jerusalem,
by the roes, and by the hinds of the field,
that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till
who is this that cometh out of the
wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed
with myrrh and frankincense, with all
powders of the merchant?
behold his bed, which is solomon‘s;
threescore valiant men are about it, of the
valiant of israel.
they all hold swords, being expert in war:
every man hath his sword upon his thigh
because of fear in the night.
king solomon made himself a chariot of
the wood of lebanon.
he made the pillars thereof of silver, the
bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it
of purple, the midst thereof being paved
with love, for the daughters of jerusalem.
go forth, o ye daughters of zion, and behold
king solomon with the crown wherewith
his mother crowned him in the day of his
espousals, and in the day of the gladness
of his heart.