Sulayman 3
By night on my bed,
I sought him whom my soul loves.
I sought him, but I didn't find him.
2I will get up now, and go about the city;
In the streets and in the squares I will seek him
whom my soul loves.
I sought him, but I didn't find him.
3The watchmen who go about the city found
me;
"Have
you seen him whom my soul loves?"
4I 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 chamber of her who conceived me.
5I 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.
6Who is this who comes up from the
wilderness like pillars of smoke,
Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
With all spices of the merchant?
7Behold, it is Sulayman's carriage!
Sixty mighty men are around it,
Of the mighty men of Israel.
8They all handle the sword, and are expert
in war.
Every man has his sword on his thigh,
Because of fear in the night.
9King Sulayman
made himself a carriage
Of the wood of Lebanon.
10He made its pillars of silver,
Its bottom of gold, its seat of purple,
Its midst being paved with love,
From the daughters of Jerusalem.
11Go forth, you daughters of Al-Quds, and
see king Sulayman,
With the crown with which his mother has crowned him,
In the day of his weddings,
In the day of the gladness of his heart.
Lover