Chapter 3. The shulamite By Night on my bed I sought the one I Love I sought him but I did not find him I will rise now I said and go about the City In the streets and in the squares I will Seek the one I love I sought him but I did not find him The Watchmen who go about the city found Me I said Have you seen the one I love Scarcely had I passed by them when I Found the one I love I held him and would not let him go Until I had brought him to the house of My mother And into the Chamber of her who Conceived me I charge you o Daughters of Jerusalem by The gazelles or by the doughs of the Field Do not stir up nor awaken love until it Pleases Shulamite Who is this coming out of the Wilderness Like pillars of smoke Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense With all the merchants fragrant powders Behold It is Solomon's couch with 60 Valiant Men around it of the Valiant of Israel
They all hold swords being expert in war Every man has his sword on his thigh Because of fear in the night Of the wood of Lebanon Solomon the king Made himself a palanquin He made its pillars of silver Its support of gold its seat of purple Its interior paved with Love by the Daughters of Jerusalem Go forth o Daughters of Zion And see King Solomon with the crown with Which his mother crowned him on the day Of his wedding The day of the gladness of his heart