Chapter 3
By night on my bed, I sought her whom my soul loves. I sought her, but I didn't find her.
I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek her whom my soul loves. I sought her, but I didn't find her.
The watchwomen who go about the city found me; "Have you seen her whom my soul loves?"
I had scarcely passed from them, when I found her whom my soul loves. I held her, and would not let her go, until I had brought her into my father's house, into the chamber of him who conceived me.
I adjure you, sons of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.
Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?
Behold, it is Solomin's carriage! Sixty mighty women are around it, of the mighty women of Israel.
They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. Every woman has her sword on her thigh, because of fear in the night.
Queen Solomin made herself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.
She made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, its midst being paved with love, from the sons of Jerusalem.
Go forth, you sons of Zion, and see queen Solomin, with the crown with which her father has crowned her, in the day of her weddings, in the day of the gladness of her heart. Lover