3 

Night after night in be

I dreamed I sought my beloved,

and sought him in vain.

2 

“I will rise and search the town,” said I,

“through street and square

in quest of my beloved”

but all in vain.

3 

The watchmen met me on their rounds;

“Have you seen my beloved?” I said.

4 

Scarce had I left them

when I found my own beloved;

I held him fast in my embrac

and brought him to my mother’s house.

6 

What is this, coming up from the country

like columns of smoke

perfumed with myrrh and frankincense,

with every scent to be bought?

7 

’Tis the palanquin of Solomon

with sixty of a guard

sixty of Israel’s braves,

8 

armed each with a sword,

all expert in fight

each with sword on thig

for alarms by night.

9 

My king has made him a seda

of wood from Lebanon,

10 

silver the feet of it,

golden the back of it

purple the seat of it

inlaid with ebony.

11 

Maidens of Sion,

come, look at my king,

crowned by his mothe

the day of his marriage

the day of his rapture.