3By night on my bed2I will rise now, and go about in the city,3The watchmen who go their rounds in the city found me.4It was as a little while after I parted from them,5I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem,6Who is this that comes up from the wilderness7Behold Solomon’s bed;8They all hold a sword,9King Solomon made himself a litter of woods of Lebanon.10He made the pillars of it silver,11Go forth, ye daughters of Zion,
Song of Solomon 3 — ENGLXXUP
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