I said , 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 watchmen that go about the city found me; To whom I said , Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?

Behold, it is the litter of Solomon; Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty men of Israel.

The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

Thy body is like a round goblet, Wherein no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is like a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.