“On my bed at night I sought him
whom my soul loves—
I sought him but I did not find him.
’Let me rise then and go about the city,
through the streets and squares;
Let me seek him whom my soul loves.’
I sought him but I did not find him.
The watchmen found me,
as they made their rounds in the city:
’Him whom my soul loves—have you seen him?’
Hardly had I left them
when I found him whom my soul loves.
I held him and would not let him go.”