8. I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved--What do ye tell him? that I [am] sick with love!
9. What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, O fair among women? What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?
10. My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
11. His head [is] pure gold--fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
12. His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.
13. His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips [are] lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,