I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.

My beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

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.

I rose up to open to my beloved: and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet-smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.