Song of Songs 3

1In my bed at night

I sought the one I love;

I sought him, but did not find him.

2I will arise now and go about the city,

through the streets and the plazas.

I will seek the one I love.

I sought him, but did not find him.

3The guards who go about the city found me.

I asked them, “Have you seen the one I love?”

4I had just passed them

when I found the one I love.

I held on to him and would not let him go

until I brought him to my mother’s house —

to the chamber of the one who conceived me.

5Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you

by the gazelles and the wild does of the field,

do not stir up or awaken love

until the appropriate time.


6Who is this coming up from the wilderness

like columns of smoke,

scented with myrrh and frankincense

from every fragrant powder of the merchant?

7Look! Solomon’s bed

surrounded by sixty warriors

from the mighty men of Israel.

8All of them are skilled with swords

and trained in warfare.

Each has his sword at his side

to guard against the terror of the night.

9King Solomon made a carriage for himself

with wood from Lebanon.

10He made its posts of silver,

its back of gold,

and its seat of purple.

Its interior is inlaid with love

by the young women of Jerusalem.

11Go out, young women of Zion,

and gaze at King Solomon,

wearing the crown his mother placed on him

on the day of his wedding —

the day of his heart’s rejoicing.