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.
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.