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Solomon's
Canticle of Canticles 3
In my bed by night I sought him whom my soul loveth:
I sought him, and found him not.
I will rise, and will go about the city: in the streets
and the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth:
I sought him, and I found him not.
The watchmen who keep the city, found me: Have you seen
him, whom my soul loveth?
When I had a little passed by them, I found him whom
my soul loveth: I held him: and I will not let him go,
till I bring him into my mother's house, and into the
chamber of her that bore me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes
and the harts of the fields, that you stir not up, nor
awake my beloved, till she please.
Who is she that goeth up by the desert, as a pillar
of smoke of aromatical spices, of myrrh, and frankincense,
and of all the powders of the perfumer?
Behold threescore valiant ones of the most valiant of
Israel, surrounded the bed of Solomon?
All holding swords, and most expert in war : every man's
sword upon his thigh, because of fears in the night.
King Solomon hath made him a litter of the wood of Libanus:
The pillars thereof he made of silver, the seat of gold,
the going up of purple : the midst he covered with charity
for the daughters of Jerusalem.
Go forth, ye daughters of Sion, and see king Solomon
in the diadem, wherewith his mother crowned him in the
day of his espousals, and in the day of the joy of his
heart.
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