Hishbati Etchem
(Hebrew Cantillation)

Daughters of Jerusalem, swear to me
by the gazelles, by the deer in the field,
that you will never awaken love
until it is ripe.

Who is that rising from the desert
like a pillar of smoke,
more fragrant with myrrh and frankinsense
than all the spices of the merchant.

Oh the splendors of King Solomon!
The bravest of Israel surround his bed,
threescore warriors,
each of them skilled in battle,
each with his sword on his thigh
against the terror of the night.