8 I adjure you, Daughters of Jerusalem,if you find my loverWhat shall you tell him?that I am sick with love.
9 D How does your lover differ from any other lover,most beautiful among women?How does your lover differ from any other,that you adjure us so?
10 W My lover is radiant and ruddy;outstanding among thousands.
11 His head is gold, pure gold,his hair like palm fronds,as black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like dovesbeside streams of water,Bathing in milk,sitting by brimming pools.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spicesyielding aromatic scents;his lips are liliesthat drip flowing myrrh.
14 His arms are rods of goldadorned with gems;His loins, a work of ivorycovered with sapphires.