4I was but a little way from them, when I came face to face with him who is the love of my soul. I took him by the hands, and did not let him go, till I had taken him into my mother's house, and into the room of her who gave me birth.
5I say to you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes of the field, let not love be moved till it is ready.
6Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?
7See, it is the bed of Solomon; sixty men of war are about it, of the army of Israel,
8All of them armed with swords, trained in war; every man has his sword at his side, because of fear in the night.
9King Solomon made himself a bed of the wood of Lebanon.
10He made its pillars of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it of ebony.
