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