The Song of Songs Chapter 3 |
1Upon my couch at night
I sought the one I love—
I sought, but found him not.
2“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.
3I met the watchmen
Who patrol the town.
“Have you seen the one I love?”
4Scarcely 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
5I adjure you, O maidens of Jerusalem,
By gazelles or by hinds of the field:
Do not wake or rouse
Love until it please!
6Who 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?
7There is Solomon’s couch,
Encircled by sixty warriors
Of the warriors of Israel,
8All of them trained in warfare,
Skilled in battle,
Each with sword on thigh
Because of terror by night.
9King Solomon made him a palanquin
Of wood from Lebanon.
10He 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.
11O 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.