I will rise now, and go about the city; In the streets and in the broadways Will I seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

The watchmen that go about the city found me: Have ye seen him whom my soul loveth?

Behold his couch, Solomon's own: Threescore mighty men are about it, Of the mighty of Israel.

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

Thy navel is a round goblet, which wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;