7. The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my outer cloak from me.
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.