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 his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant 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 like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.