3:1 All night long on my bed I looked for the one my heart loves; I looked for him but did not find him.
3:2 I will get up now and go about the city, through its streets and squares; I will search for the one my heart loves. So I looked for him but did not find him.
3:3 The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. “Have you seen the one my heart loves?”
3:4 Scarcely had I passed them when I found the one my heart loves. I held him and would not let him go till I had brought him to my mother’s house, to the room of the one who conceived me.
3:5 Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.
3:6 Who is this coming up from the desert like a column of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and incense made from all the spices of the merchant?
3:7 Look! It is Solomon’s carriage, escorted by sixty warriors, the noblest of Israel,
3:8 all of them wearing the sword, all experienced in battle, each with his sword at his side, prepared for the terrors of the night.
3:9 King Solomon made for himself the carriage; he made it of wood from Lebanon.
3:10 Its posts he made of silver, its base of gold. Its seat was upholstered with purple, its interior lovingly inlaid by the daughters of Jerusalem.
3:11 Come out, you daughters of Zion, and look at King Solomon wearing the crown, the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, the day his heart rejoiced.
3:1 On my bed night after night / I sought him whom my soul loves; / I sought him, but found him not.
3:2 I will rise now and go about in the city; / In the streets and in the squares / I will seek him whom my soul loves. / I sought him, but found him not.
3:3 The watchmen who go about in the city found me ? / Have you seen him whom my soul loves?
3:4 Scarcely had I passed them / When I found him whom my soul loves; / I held him and would not let go / Until I had brought him into my mother’s house / And into the chamber of her who conceived me.
3:5 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, / By the gazelles or by the hinds of the fields, / Not to rouse up or awaken my love / Until she pleases.
3:6 Who is she who comes up from the wilderness / Like pillars of smoke, / Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, / With all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
3:7 There is Solomon’s bed; / Sixty mighty men surround it, / Of the mighty men of Israel.
3:8 All of them wield the sword and are expert in war; / Each man has his sword at his thigh / Because of the night alarms.
3:9 King Solomon made himself a palanquin / Of the wood of Lebanon.
3:10 Its posts he made of silver; / Its bottom, of gold; / Its seat, of purple; / Its midst was inlaid with love / From the daughters of Jerusalem.
3:11 Go forth, O daughters of Zion, / And look at King Solomon with the crown / With which his mother crowned him / On the day of his espousals, / Yes, on the day of the gladness of his heart.