7 The watchmen found meas they patrolled the city.They hit me and hurt me;the guards on the wall took away my veil.
8 Promise me, women of Jerusalem,if you find my lover,tell him I am weak with love.
9 How is your lover better than other lovers,most beautiful of women?How is your lover better than other lovers?Why do you want us to promise this?
10 My lover is healthy and tan,the best of ten thousand men.
11 His head is like the finest gold;his hair is wavy and black like a raven.
12 His eyes are like dovesby springs of water.They seem to be bathed in creamand are set like jewels.
13 His cheeks are like beds of spices;they smell like mounds of perfume.His lips are like liliesflowing with myrrh.