My bed is made,
Like a bride adorned in her jewels,
Waiting for her groom.
I lie on a bed of silk sheets,
covered in a garment of satin.
I lie awaiting for my King.
My lamps are filled with oil,
They burn from dusk to dawn,
And from dawn to dusk.
I await for my groom,
Because I know I am his treasure.
I await for my groom,
Like a sparkling jewel.
With a mixture of anxiety,
I lie await for my groom,
Filled with the hope that I will please Him.