7
The watchmen found me, as they went about in the city; they beat me, they wounded me, they took away my mantle, those watchmen of the walls.
8
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am sick with love.
9
What is your beloved more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you thus adjure us?
10
My beloved is all radiant and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.
11
His head is the finest gold; his locks are wavy, black as a raven.
Revised Standard Version of the Bible, copyright 1952 [2nd edition, 1971] by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.