7. The watchmen who went about the city found me.They struck me, they wounded me;The keepers of the wallsTook my veil away from me.
8. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,If you find my beloved,That you tell him I am lovesick!
9. What is your belovedMore than another beloved,O fairest among women?What is your belovedMore than another beloved,That you so charge us?
10. My beloved is white and ruddy,Chief among ten thousand.