I will rise 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 found him not.

The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw you him whom my soul loves?

Behold the couch, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.

The watchmen that went about the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

Your navel is like a round goblet, which lacks not blended drink: your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.