7 The watchmen patrolling the city found me;they struck me and bruised me;the guards at the city wall tore off my cape.
8 Promise me, women of Jerusalem,that if you find my lover,you will tell him I am weak from passion.
9 Most beautiful of women,is your lover different from everyone else?What is there so wonderful about himthat we should give you our promise?
10 My lover is handsome and strong;he is one in 10,000.
11 His face is bronzed and smooth;his hair is wavy,black as a raven.
12 His eyes are as beautiful as doves by a flowing brook,doves washed in milk and standing by the stream.
13 His cheeks are as lovely as a gardenthat is full of herbs and spices.His lips are like lilies,wet with liquid myrrh.