Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest the sheep, where thou maketh the rest at the noon day: for why shall I be like him that goeth wrong about the flocks of thy companions?

Set about me cups of wine, comfort me with apples; for I am sick of love.

I will get up, thought I, and go about the city, in the ways and in all the streets will I seek him whom my soul loveth: but when I sought him, I found him not.

The watchmen that go about the city found me, to whom I said: Saw ye not him whom my soul loveth?

Behold, about Solomon's bedstead there stand sixty valiant men of the most mighty in Israel.

So the watchmen that went about the city found me, smote me, and wounded me: Yea they that kept the walls, took away my kerchief from me.

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which is never without drink. Thy womb is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies;