Song of Solomon 3

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

In the quiet darkness, alone in my bed, I yearned for the one my heart cherishes. I searched, but he was nowhere to be found.

I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

With a restless heart, I'll rise and wander the city's streets and wide avenues, yearning for the one my soul cherishes. I've searched, but he remains elusive.

The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

City guards found me wandering, and I asked them, "Have you seen the one my heart cherishes?"

It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.

I had barely left them when I found the one my heart adores. I held him tight, refusing to let go until I brought him to my mother's home, the place where my life began.

I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.

I urge you, dear women of Jerusalem, with the gentleness of deer and fawns in the fields, please don't disturb or awaken my love until he's ready.

Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?

Who is this emerging from the wilderness, like columns of smoke, scented with myrrh and frankincense, carrying all the fragrant treasures of a trader?

Behold his bed, which is Solomon’s; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.

See Solomon's bed, surrounded by sixty brave men, the strongest of Israel.

They all hold swords, being expert in war: every man hath his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.

Each one clutches their sword, skilled in battle. Fear of the night drives every man to keep his weapon close.

King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon.

King Solomon crafted his own carriage from the majestic trees of Lebanon, pouring his heart into every detail.

He made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.

He crafted its columns from silver, its base from gold, draped it in purple, and filled its heart with love, all for Jerusalem's daughters.

Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Step forward, daughters of Zion, and witness King Solomon, adorned with the crown his mother lovingly placed upon him on his wedding day, a day filled with joy and happiness in his heart.