1 By night on my bed, 2 I will get up now, and go about the city; 3 The watchmen who go about the city found me; 4 I had scarcely passed from them, 5 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, 6 Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, 7 Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! 8 They all handle the sword, and are expert in war. 9 King Solomon made himself a carriage 10 He made its pillars of silver, 11 Go out, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon,