Chapter 3

¹ By night on my bed

Song 3:1

² I will rise now, and go about in the city,

Song 3:2

³ The watchmen who go their rounds in the city found me.

Song 3:3

⁴ [It was] as a little [while] after I parted from them,

Song 3:4

⁵ I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem,

Song 3:5

⁶ Who is this that comes up from the wilderness

Song 3:6

⁷ Behold Solomon’s bed;

Song 3:7

⁸ They all hold a sword,

Song 3:8

⁹ King Solomon made himself a litter of woods of Lebanon.

Song 3:9

¹⁰ He made the pillars of it silver,

Song 3:10

¹¹ Go forth, ye daughters of Zion,

Song 3:11