8. I charge you, O virgins of Jerusalem, if ye should find my beloved that ye cause him to know how sick I am with love.
9. What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved that thou dost so charge us?
10. My beloved is white and ruddy; the standard-bearer among the ten thousands.
11. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy and black as a raven.
12. His eyes are as doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, as doves that are next to abundance.
13. His cheeks are as a bed of aromatic spices, as fragrant flowers; his lips like lilies, dripping sweet smelling myrrh that transcends.
14. His hands are as gold rings set with beryls; his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
15. His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his countenance is as Lebanon, chosen as the cedars.
16. His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O virgins of Jerusalem.