I will get up now, and go about the city; in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him, but I didn't find him.

The watchmen who go about the city found me; "Have you seen him whom my soul loves?"

The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.

Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.