He had its posts made out of silver, its top out of gold, its seat out of purple fabric. Its inside—with inlaid scenes of love— was made by the young women of Jerusalem.
Young women of Jerusalem, swear to me by the gazelles or by the does in the field, that you will not awaken love or arouse love before its proper time.
Look! He is coming in the clouds. Every eye will see him, even those who pierced him. Every tribe on earth will mourn because of him. This is true. Amen.