2 I will get up and go about the city, into the streets and into the squares. I must seek the one my soul loves. I looked for him but did not find him.
3 The guards patrolling the city found me. “Have you seen the one my soul loves?”
4 Hardly had I passed beyond them when I found the one my soul loves. I held him, and I would not let him go, until I brought him to my mother’s house, to the chamber of her who conceived me.
5 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you, by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it delights.
6 Who is this—she who is coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with every powder of the merchant?
7 Behold, it is Solomon’s traveling couch— around it are sixty warriors from the warriors of Israel.
8 All of them wield a sword, experts in war. Each man with his sword on his thigh against terrors of the night.