I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.

I said , 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 droppeth with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.