3:1
On my bed at night I sought the man who is my sweetheart: I sought but could not find him!
3:2
So I shall get up and go through the city; in the streets and in the squares, I shall seek my sweetheart. I sought but could not find him!
3:3
I came upon the watchmen -- those who go on their rounds in the city: 'Have you seen my sweetheart?'
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Barely had I passed them when I found my sweetheart. I caught him, would not let him go, not till I had brought him to my mother's house, to the room where she conceived me!
3:5
LOVER: I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, by gazelles and wild does, do not rouse, do not wake my beloved before she pleases.
3:6
POET: What is this coming up from the desert like a column of smoke, breathing of myrrh and frankincense and every exotic perfume?
3:7
Here comes Solomon's litter. Around it are sixty champions, the flower of the warriors of Israel;
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all of them skilled swordsmen, expert in war. Each man has his sword at his side, against alarms by night.
3:9
King Solomon has had a palanquin made of wood from Lebanon.
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He has had the posts made of silver, the canopy of gold, the seat of purple; the centre is inlaid with ebony.
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Daughters of Zion, come and see King Solomon, wearing the diadem with which his mother crowned him on his wedding day, on the day of his heart's joy.
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