Song of Songs 3
I sought him whom my soul loveth:
I sought him, but I found him not.
In the streets and in the broad ways
I will seek him whom my soul loveth:
I sought him, but I found him not.
To whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
When 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.
By the roes, or by the hinds of the field,
That ye stir not up, nor awake my love,
Until he please.
Like pillars of smoke,
Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,
With all powders of the merchant?
Threescore mighty men are about it,
Of the mighty men of Israel.
Every man hath his sword upon his thigh,
Because of fear in the night.
Of the wood of Lebanon.
The bottom thereof of gold, the seat of it of purple,
The midst thereof being paved with love,
From the daughters of Jerusalem.
With the crown wherewith his mother hath crowned him
In the day of his espousals,
And in the day of the gladness of his heart.