7
The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my outer cloak from me.
8
I charge you, O virgins of Jerusalem, if ye should find my beloved that ye cause him to know how sick I am with love.
9
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 charge us?
10
My beloved
is white and ruddy; the standard-bearer among
the ten thousands.
11
His head
is as the most fine gold, his locks
are bushy
and black as a raven.
12
His eyes
are as doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, as doves that are next to abundance.
13
His cheeks
are as a bed of aromatic spices,
as fragrant flowers; his lips
like lilies, dripping sweet smelling myrrh that transcends.
14
His hands
are as gold rings set with beryls; his belly
is as bright ivory overlaid
with sapphires.
15
His legs
are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his countenance
is as Lebanon, chosen as the cedars.
16
His mouth
is most sweet; he
is altogether lovely. This
is my beloved, and this
is my friend, O virgins of Jerusalem.