HohesliedKapitel 3

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On my bed through the nights I sought him whom my soul loves; I sought him, but I did not find him.
Let me rise now and go about the city, through the streets and the squares; let me seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I did not find him.
The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"
Scarcely had I passed them when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him and would not let him go until I had brought him to my mother's house, to the room of her who conceived me.
I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the does of the field: do not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.
Who is this coming up from the wilderness like columns of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all the fragrant powders of the merchant?
Look—Solomon's couch, with sixty warriors around it, from the mighty men of Israel,
all of them wielding the sword, trained for battle, each with his sword at his side against the terrors of the night.
King Solomon made himself a palanquin from the wood of Lebanon.[fn]
Its posts he made of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple; its interior inlaid with love from the daughters of Jerusalem.
Come out, daughters of Zion, and gaze on King Solomon, wearing the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding, on the day his heart rejoiced.