7 The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they bruised me; The keepers of the walls lifted my veil from me.
8 I have put you under oath, O daughters of Yerushalayim, If you find my beloved, That you inform him that I am faint with love!
9 What kind of a beloved is your beloved, O fairest among women? What kind of a beloved is your beloved, That you have put us under oath?
10 My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand.
11 His head is refined gold; His locks are wavy, black as a raven.
12 His eyes are like doves by streams of waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set.
13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices, Raised bed of scented plants. His lips are lilies, dripping flowing myrrh.