4 I had scarcely passed from them,when 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,into the room of her who conceived me.
5 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,by the roes, or by the hinds of the field,that you not stir up, nor awaken love,until it so desires.
6 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke,perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,with all spices of the merchant?
7 Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage!Sixty mighty men are around it,of the mighty men of Israel.
8 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war.Every man has his sword on his thigh,because of fear in the night.
9 King Solomon made himself a carriageof the wood of Lebanon.
10 He made its pillars of silver,its bottom of gold, its seat of purple,the middle of it being paved with love,from the daughters of Jerusalem.