1By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves. 2I will get up now, and go about the city; 3The watchmen who go about the city found me; 4I had scarcely passed from them, 5I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, 6Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, 7Behold, it is Solomon's carriage! 8They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. 9King Solomon made himself a carriage 10He made its pillars of silver, 11Go forth, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon,