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Song of Solomon

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1 By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
2 I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
3 The watch­men that go about the city found me: ­to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
4 It was but a lit­tle that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, un­til I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the cham­ber of her that con­ceived me.
5 I charge you, O ye daugh­ters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
6 Who is this that cometh out of the wilder­ness like pil­lars of smoke, per­fumed with myrrh and frank­in­cense, with all pow­ders of the mer­chant?
7 Be­hold his bed, which is Solomon's; three­score valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Is­rael.
8 They all hold swords, being ex­pert in war: ev­ery man hath his sword upon his thigh be­cause of fear in the night.
9 King Solomon made him­self a char­i­ot of the wood of Lebanon.
10 He made the pil­lars there­of of sil­ver, the bot­tom there­of of gold, the cov­er­ing of it of pur­ple, the midst there­of be­ing paved with love, for the daugh­ters of Jerusalem.
11 Go forth, O ye daugh­ters of Zion, and be­hold king Solomon with the crown where­with his moth­er crowned him in the day of his es­pousals, and in the day of the glad­ness of his heart.