1 By night on my bed,

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

3 The watchmen who go about the city found me;

4 I had scarcely passed from them,

5 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,

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

7 Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage!

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

9 King Solomon made himself a carriage

10 He made its pillars of silver,

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