11 Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?
12 Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands.
13 His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven.
14 His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams.
15 His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh.
16 His hands are smoothed gold, full of hyacinths. His abdomen is ivory, accented with sapphires.
17 His legs are columns of marble, which have been established over bases of gold. His appearance is like that of Lebanon, elect like the cedars.