Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.

“Your neck is like the tower of David,
Built with rows of stones
On which are hung a thousand shields,
All the round shields of the mighty men.

The watchmen that go round in the city, found me, The beloved of my soul, have ye seen?

With me, from Lebanon, O bride, with me, from Lebanon, shalt thou enter, - Thou shalt look round from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir, and Hermon, from the dens of lions, from the mountains of leopards.

The watchmen who were going round in the city, found me, they smote me, wounded me, - The watchmen of the walls, took away my cloak from off me.

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand is round about me.