Song of Songs 5:7
Thomson 1808
They who go the rounds in the city met me. They smote me—they wounded me. The keepers of the walls took my veil from me.
Brenton 1851
The watchmen that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.
Greek · Brenton
Εὕροσάν με οἱ φύλακες οἱ κυκλοῦντες ἐν τῇ πόλει, ἐπάταξάν με, ἐτραυμάτισάν με· ᾖραν τὸ θέριστρόν μου ἀπʼ ἐμοῦ φύλακες τῶν τειχέων.