Song of Solomon 3

By night on my bed I sought him whome my soule loueth. I sought him, but I found him not.

I will rise now, and goe about the citie in the streets, and in the broad wayes I will seeke him whom my soule loueth: I sought him, but I found him not.

3

The watchmen that goe about the citie, found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soule loueth?

4

It was but a litle that I passed from them, but I found him whome my soule loueth: I helde him, and would not let him goe, vntill I had brought him into my mothers house, and into the chamber of her that conceiued me.

5

I charge you, O ye daughters of Ierusalem, by the Roes and by the Hindes of the field, that ye stirre not vp, nor awake my loue, till he please.

6

¶ Who is this that commeth out of the wildernes like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrhe and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?

7

Behold his bed, which is Solomons: threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel:

8

They all hold swords, being expert in warre: Euery man hath his sword vpon his thigh, because of feare in the night.

9

King Solomon made himselfe a charet of the wood of Lebanon.

10

He made the pillars thereof of siluer, the bottome thereof of gold, the couering of it, of purple; the midst thereof being paued with loue, for the daughters of Ierusalem.

11

Goe foorth, O yee daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the Crowne wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladnesse of his heart.