3 On my bed of nights
I looked for the one that my soul loves,
looked for him and did not find him.
2 Let me stand up and go round in the city
in the streets and the squares
Looking for the one that my soul loves;
I looked for him and did not find him.
3 The watchmen that go round in the city found me:
“Have you seen the one that my soul loves?”
4 I had got a little past them
when I found the one that my soul loves.
I caught hold of him,
did not let go of him
Till I brought him to my mother’s house,
to my parent’s chamber.
5 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles or the wild does,
Not to wake love or rouse it up
till it so please.
like columns of smoke,
Perfumed with burnings of myrrh and frankincense,
with every powder money can buy?
7 Here comes Solomon’s bed,
Sixty champions round it,
champions of Israel,
8 All of them sword-wielders,
men trained to war,
Each with sword on thigh
against night alarms.
9 King Solomon has made himself a palanquin
of wood from the Lebanon,
11 Daughters of Jerusalem, go out
and gaze at King Solomon
In the wreath his mother put on him
on his wedding-day,
the day of his heart’s gladness.