4 But a little I passed on from them, Till I found him whom my soul hath loved! I seized him, and let him not go, Till I brought him in unto the house of my mother -- And the chamber of her that conceived me.
5 I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!
6 Who 'is' this coming up from the wilderness, Like palm-trees of smoke, Perfumed 'with' myrrh and frankincense, From every powder of the merchant?
7 Lo, his couch, that 'is' Solomon's, Sixty mighty ones 'are' around it, Of the mighty of Israel,
8 All of them holding sword, taught of battle, Each his sword by his thigh, for fear at night.