Song of Songs 3 The Loved One Night after night on my bed, I sought the one I love; I sought him, but didn’t find him.

ISV⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ The Loved One Night after night on my bed, I sought the one I love; I sought him, but didn’t find him. ² I’ll get up and go all around the city, throughout the streets, and in the squares. I’ll seek the one I love. I sought him, but didn’t find him. ³ The watchmen who go all around the city found me. I asked, “Have you seen the one I love?” ⁴ I had just passed them when I found the one I love. I held him and wouldn’t let him go until I brought him to my mother’s house, to the room of the one who conceived me. ⁵ Swear to me, young women of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or by the does of the field, that you won’t awaken or arouse love before its proper time!
⁶ The Lover ArrivesWhat is this coming up from the desert like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and incense from all the fragrant powders of the merchant? ⁷ Look! It’s Solomon’s sedan chair, with 60 of the best soldiers in Israel surrounding it. ⁸ All of them are wearing swords and are experienced in battle. Each has his sword on his thigh, ready for the terror of the night. ⁹ King Solomon made the sedan chair for himself from the trees of Lebanon. ¹⁰ He made its posts of silver, its back of gold. Its seat was purple, and its interior was lovingly inlaid by the young women of Jerusalem. ¹¹ Come out, young women of Zion, and see King Solomon with the crown with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day— his day of great delight.