8“I acall you to solemnlyswear, O daughters of Jerusalem,If you find my beloved,What will you tell him?Tell him that bI am sick with love.”9“1What is your belovedthat he is more than any otherbeloved,O amost beautiful among women?What is your belovedthat he is more than any otherbeloved,That thus you call us to solemnlyswear?”
The Bride Extols Her Beloved
10“1My beloved is dazzling and aruddy,bLiftedup as a banneramongtenthousand.11“His head is likegold, finegold;His alocks are likeclustersofdatesAndblack as a raven.12“His aeyes are like dovesBesidestreams of water,Washed in milk,Andsitting in theirbsetting.13“His cheeks are like a abed of spices,Towers of sweet-scentedherbs;His lips are bliliescDripping with liquidmyrrh.14“His hands are rods of goldSet with aberyl;His abdomen is a plate of ivoryInlaid with 1,bsapphires.15“His legs are pillars of marbleSet on bases of finegold;His appearance is like aLebanonChoice as the bcedars.16“His 1,amouth is full ofsweetness.And he is whollybdesirable.This is my beloved and this is my friend,O daughters of Jerusalem.”