American Standard Version
"The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me. "
— Song Of Solomon 5:7, American Standard Version
“The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.”
“The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me.”
“The watchmen found me as they made their rounds in the city. They beat me, they bruised me; they took away my cloak, those watchmen on the walls!”
“The keepers that go about the city found me: they struck me: and wounded me: the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.”
“The keepers who go about the town overtook me; they gave me blows and wounds; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.”
“The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.”
My beloved put in his hand by the holeof the door, And my heart was moved for him.
I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the bolt.
I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone. My soul had failed me when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.
The watchmen that go about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, That ye tell him, that I am sick from love.
What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thou dost so adjure us?
My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.