Song of Solomon 3:7 ASV

⁵  I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes, or by the hinds of the field, That ye stir not up, nor awake 'my' love, Until he please.

⁶  Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness Like pillars of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, With all powders of the merchant?

⁷  Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty men of Israel.

⁸  They all handle the sword, 'and' are expert in war: Every man hath his sword upon his thigh, Because of fear in the night.

⁹  King Solomon made himself a palanquin Of the wood of Lebanon.