7. The watchmen found me,as they made their rounds in the city;They beat me, they wounded me,they tore off my mantle,the watchmen of the walls.
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.