Song of Solomon 3

¹By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth:

²I will rise now, and go about the city

³The watchmen that go about the city found me:

⁴It was but a little that I passed from them,

⁵I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,

⁶Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke,

⁷Behold his bed, which is Solomon’s;

⁸They all hold swords, being expert in war:

⁹King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.

¹⁰He made the pillars thereof of silver,

¹¹Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon