^{9 Ref} What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, O fair among women? What `is' thy beloved above `any' beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?

^{10 Ref} My beloved `is' clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!

^{11 Ref} His head `is' pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,

^{12 Ref} His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.

^{13 Ref} His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips `are' lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,

^{14 Ref} His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,

^{15 Ref} His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars.

^{16 Ref} His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This `is' my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!