The royal tent in the country is broken up, and the royal train comes up to Jerusalem. Some of the inhabitants of the capital, as they behold it at a distance, hold a dialogue respecting it (6–11). The shepherd, coming up to rescue his loved one, obtains an interview with her, and expresses his delight in her charms (ch. iv. 1–5). The Shulamite moved, modestly interrupts his description, and tells him that she is ready to escape with him that very evening (6). He immediately proffers his assistance, declaring that her charms had inspired him with courage sufficient for the occasion (7–9); he describes her charms (10, 11) and her faithfulness (12–16). The Shulamite declares that all she possesses shall be his (16). Some of the court ladies sympathize with them (ch. v. 1). ONE OF THE INHABITANTS OF JERUSALEM. What is that coming up from the country, As in columns of smoke, Perfumed with myrrh, with frankincense, And all sorts of aromatics from the merchants? ANOTHER. Lo! it is the palanquin of Solomon, Around it are threescore valiant men From the valiant of Israel: All skilled in the sword, expert in war, Each with his sword girded on his thigh Against the nightly marauders. A THIRD. A palanquin hath king Solomon made for himself, Of the wood of Lebanon. Its pillars he hath made of silver, Its support of gold, its seat of purple, Its interior tesselated most lovely By the daughters of Jerusalem. A FOURTH. Come out, ye daughters of Zion, And behold King Solomon; The crown with which his mother crowned him On the day of his espousals, On the day of his gladness of heart. THE SHEPHERD, ADVANCING TO THE SHULAMITE. Chap. IV. Behold, thou art beautiful, my loved one, Behold, thou art beautiful! Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is like a flock of goats, Springing down Mount Gilead. Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which come up from the washing-pool, All of which are paired, And not one among them is bereaved. Like a braid of scarlet are thy lips, And thy mouth is lovely: Like a part of the pomegranate Are thy cheeks behind thy veil; Thy neck is like the tower of David, Reared for the builder’s model: A thousand shields are hung upon it, All sorts of bucklers of the mighty. Thy bosom like two young fawns, Twins of a gazelle, feeding among lilies. THE SHULAMITE. When the day cools And the shadows flee away, I will go to the mount of myrrh, To the hill of frankincense. THE SHEPHERD.