1 In my bed by night I sought him that my soule loued: I sought him, but I found him not. 2 I will rise therefore nowe, and goe about in the citie, by the streetes and by the open places, and wil seeke him that my soule loueth: I sought him, but I found him not. 3 The watchmen that went about the citie, found mee: to whome I said, Haue you seene him, whome my soule loueth? 4 When I had past a litle from them, then I found him whom my soule loued: I tooke holde on him and left him not, till I had brought him vnto my mothers house into the chamber of her that conceiued me. 5 I charge you, O daughters of Ierusalem, by the roes and by the hindes of the fielde, that ye stirre not vp, nor waken my loue vntill she please. 6 Who is shee that commeth vp out of the wildernes like pillars of smoke perfumed with myrrhe and incense, and with all the spices of the marchant? 7 Beholde his bed, which is Salomons: threescore strong men are round about it, of the valiant men of Israel. 8 They all handle the sworde, and are expert in warre, euery one hath his sword vpon his thigh for the feare by night. 9 King Salomon made himselfe a palace of the trees of Lebanon. 10 Hee made the pillars thereof of siluer, and the pauement thereof of gold, the hangings thereof of purple, whose middes was paued with the loue of the daughters of Ierusalem. 11 Come forth, ye daughters of Zion, and behold the King Salomon with the crowne, wherewith his mother crowned him in ye day of his mariage, and in the day of the gladnes of his heart.

1 POR las noches busqué en mi lecho al que ama mi alma: Busquélo, y no lo hallé.2 Levantaréme ahora, y rodearé por la ciudad; Por las calles y por las plazas Buscaré al que ama mi alma: Busquélo, y no lo hallé.3 Halláronme los guardas que rondan la ciudad, Y díjeles: ¿Habéis visto al que ama mi alma?4 Pasando de ellos un poco, Hallé luego al que mi alma ama: Trabé de él, y no lo dejé, Hasta que lo metí en casa de mi madre, Y en la cámara de la que me engendró.5 Yo os conjuro, oh doncellas de Jerusalem, Por las gamas y por las ciervas del campo, Que no despertéis ni hagáis velar al amor, Hasta que quiera.6 ¿Quién es ésta que sube del desierto como columnita de humo, Sahumada de mirra y de incienso, Y de todos polvos aromáticos?7 He aquí es la litera de Salomón: Sesenta valientes la rodean, De los fuertes de Israel.8 Todos ellos tienen espadas, diestros en la guerra; Cada uno su espada sobre su muslo, Por los temores de la noche.9 El rey Salomón se hizo una carroza De madera del Líbano.10 Sus columnas hizo de plata, Su respaldo de oro, su cielo de grana, Su interior enlosado de amor, Por las doncellas de Jerusalem.11 Salid, oh doncellas de Sión, y ved al rey Salomón Con la corona con que le coronó su madre el día de su desposorio, Y el día del gozo de su corazón.