Song of Solomon 3

By night on my bed,

I will get up now, and go about the city;

The watchmen who go about the city found me;

I had scarcely passed from them,

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke,

Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage!

They all handle the sword, and are expert in war.

King Solomon made himself a carriage

He made its pillars of silver,

Go out, you daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon,