8. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,If you find my beloved,That you tell him I am lovesick!
9. What is your belovedMore than another beloved,O fairest among women?What is your belovedMore than another beloved,That you so charge us?
10. My beloved is white and ruddy,Chief among ten thousand.
11. His head is like the finest gold;His locks are wavy,And black as a raven.
12. His eyes are like dovesBy the rivers of waters,Washed with milk,And fitly set.
13. His cheeks are like a bed of spices,Banks of scented herbs.His lips are lilies,Dripping liquid myrrh.
14. His hands are rods of goldSet with beryl.His body is carved ivoryInlaid with sapphires.