CHAPTER 3
I will arise
now
and go about
the city,
through the streets
and squares.
I will seek
the one
I
love.
So I sought him
but did not
find him.
I had just
passed
them
when
I found
the one
I
love.
I held him
and would not
let go
until
I had brought
him to
my mother’s
house,
to
the chamber
of the one who conceived me.
O daughters
of Jerusalem,
I charge
you
by the gazelles
and
does
of the field:
Do not
arouse
or
awaken
love
until
the time is right.
Who
is this
coming up
from
the wilderness
like a column
of smoke,
scented
with myrrh
and frankincense
from all
the spices
of the merchant?
All
are skilled
with the sword,
experienced
in warfare.
Each
has his sword
at
his side
prepared for the terror
of night.
He has made
its posts
of silver,
its base
of gold,
its seat
of purple fabric.
Its interior
is inlaid
with love
by the daughters
of Jerusalem.
Come out,
O daughters
of Zion,
and gaze
at King
Solomon,
wearing the crown
his mother
bestowed
on the day
of his wedding—
the day
of his heart’s
rejoicing.