3 The watchmen that go about the city found me, to whom I said, Have ye seen him whom my soul loves?
4 It was but a little that I passed from them that I found him whom my soul loves: I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him into my mother’s house and into the chamber of her that brought me into the light.
5 I charge you, O ye virgins of Jerusalem, by the roes and by the hinds of the field, that ye not awake nor stir up love, until he pleases.
6 Who is she that rises out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense and with all the aromatic powders?
7 Behold it is the bed of Solomon; sixty valiant men are about it of the valiant of Israel.
8 They all hold swords, being expert in war; each one has his sword upon his thigh because of the fears of the night.
9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin of the wood of Lebanon.