By night on my bed, I sought him whom my soul loves.
I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
I will get up 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 didn’t find him.
The watchmen who go about the city found me; “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”
I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves.
I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, into the room of her who conceived me.