Song of Solomon Chapter 3
So late at night, I’m all in my feels, searching for my soulmate, but he totally ghosted me.
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
I was like, “Bet, I’m gonna roam around the city and track down my love,” but still nada.
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
The city guards peeped me, and I hit them with, “Yo, have you spotted my soulmate?”
The watchmen that go about the city found me: {to whom I said}, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
Just as I walked away from them, I finally locked eyes on my love, and I held on tight, not letting go until I took him to my mom’s crib.
{It was} but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
I’m telling you, daughters of Jerusalem, don’t mess with my love vibes until he’s down.
I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake {my} love, till he please.
Who’s rolling out of the wilderness, all smoky and giving off major vibes, with those merchant scents?
Who {is} this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
Peep his bed, it’s Solomon’s; surrounded by 60 strong homies, all about that Israel energy.
Behold his bed, which {is} Solomon's; threescore valiant men {are} about it, of the valiant of Israel.
They’re all strapped with swords, ready to throw down, cause you know, nighttime can be sus.
They all hold swords, {being} expert in war: every man {hath} his sword upon his thigh because of fear in the night.
King Solomon was flexing with a chariot crafted from Lebanon wood.
King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon. {a chariot: or, a bed}
He tricked it out with silver pillars, a gold base, and a purple cover, all about that love for the daughters of Jerusalem.
He made the pillars thereof {of} silver, the bottom thereof {of} gold, the covering of it {of} purple, the midst thereof being paved {with} love, for the daughters of Jerusalem.
Yo, daughters of Zion, check out King Solomon rocking the crown his mom blessed him with on his wedding day, all heart eyes and joy.
Go forth, O ye daughters of Zion, and behold king Solomon with the crown wherewith his mother crowned him in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart.