7 The watchmen found meas they went about the city;they struck me, they wounded me;they took away my mantle,those watchmen of the walls.
8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,if you find my beloved,that you tell him I am faint with love.
9 What is your beloved more than another beloved,O fairest among women?What is your beloved more than another beloved,that you so charge us?
10 My beloved is white and ruddy,distinguished among ten thousand.
11 His head is the finest gold;his locks are wavy,black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like dovesbeside rivers of water,bathed in milk,fitly set.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spices,mounds of scented herbs.His lips are lilies,dripping liquid myrrh.