7 They found me—the guardswho make their rounds in the city.They struck me, bruised me.They took my shawl away from me,those guards of the city walls!
8 I place you under oath, daughters of Jerusalem:If you find my love, what should you tell him?That I’m weak with love![Daughters of Jerusalem]
9 How is your lover different from any other lover,you who are the most beautiful of women?How is your lover different from any other lover,that you make us swear a solemn pledge?[Woman]
10 My lover is radiant and ruddy;he stands out among ten thousand!
11 His head is finest gold;his wavy hair, black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like dovesby channels of water.They are bathing in milk,sitting by brimming pools.
13 His cheeks are like fragrant plantings,towers of spices.His lips are liliesdripping liquid myrrh.