I will rise now and go about the city, in the streets and in the broad ways; I will seek Him whom my soul loves. I sought Him, but I did not find Him.

The watchmen going about the city found me. I said, Have you seen Him whom my soul loves?

The watchmen who went about the city found me and struck me; they wounded me. The keepers of the wall lifted my veil from me.

Your navel is like a round goblet, which never lacks mixed wine; your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.