Annotations on the Pentateuch, Psalms, Song of Songs, Song · Version 3
CHAPTER III.
VPonUpon my bed, in the nights, I sought him whom my soule loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. I will rise now, and goe about in the citie, in the streets, and in the broadplaces, I will seeke him whom my soule loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. The watchmen that goe-about in the Citie, found mee: Saw yee, him whom my soule loveth? It was but a little that I had passed from them, but I found him whom my soule loveth: I held him, and would not let him goe: untill I had brought him into my mothers house; and into the chamber, of her that conceived mee. I adjure you, ô daughters of Ierusalem, by the Roes; or, by the Hindes of the field: if ye stir, and if yee stirre-up the Love, untill it please.
Who is this that commeth up, out of the wildernesse, like pillars of smoakperfumed with myrrh, & frankincense, with all powder of the Merchant?
Behold, his bed which is Solomons, threescore mightie-ones are about it: of the mighty ones of Israel. They all, hold the sword; being expert in war: every-man hath his sword upon his thigh, because of feare in the nights.
King Solomon, made him-selfe a charret, of the wood of Lebanon. He made the pillars therof, of silver; the bottome thereof, of gold, the covering thereof, of purple: the midst thereof, being paved with love, of the daughters of Ierusalem. Goe forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and see King Solomon: with the crowne wherewith his mother crowned him, in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladnes of his heart.
CHAPTER III.
VPonUpon my bed, I in the nights him sought
Whom my soule loves: I sought, but found him not.
Now will I rise, and …bout the citie goe,
Within the streets, in places-broad also,
I will seeke him whom I doe love in minde:
I did him seeke, but him I did not finde.
The watch that 'bout the Citie goe found me:
Whom my soule loves, (said I) did ye him see?
It was but even a little that from them
I passed had, untill that I found him
Whom my soule loveth: hold on him I caught,
And would not let him goe, till I him brought
Into my mothers house: and into the
Chamber, of her that hath conceived me.
O daughters of Ierusalem, you by
The Roes, or by Hindes of the field, doe I
Adjure: if that ye stirring-doe disease,
And if the Love ye stirre-up, till it please.
Who is she this that maketh her egresse,
Like smoakie pillars, from the wildernesse.
Perfum'd with myrrh and frankincense: with all
The merchants powder-aromaticall?
Behold his bed that which is Solomons,
About the same are threescore mighty-ones:
Of mighty ones of Israel which are.
They all, doe hold the sword, expert in war:
Ech man his sword upon his thigh he dights,
Because of fearfull-terrour in the nights.
A charret, of the wood of Lebanon,
Make for himselfe did the King Salomon.
Of silver, he did pillars of it frame:
Of gold, (he made) the bottome of the same:
Of purple, was the covering-above:
The middest of it, being pav'd with, love:
Of daughters of Ierusalem that be▪
O Zions daughters, get yee forth, and see
King Solomon with royall diademe,
Even that wherewith his mother crowned him,
The day wherein hee his espousals had,
And in the day wherein his heart was glad.