11 Chorus to Bride: What kind of beloved is your beloved, O most beautiful among women? What kind of beloved is your beloved, so that you would bind us by oath?
12 Bride: My beloved is white and ruddy, elect among thousands.
13 His head is like the finest gold. His locks are like the heights of palm trees, and as black as a raven.
14 His eyes are like doves, which have been washed with milk over rivulets of waters, and which reside near plentiful streams.
15 His cheeks are like a courtyard of aromatic plants, sown by perfumers. His lips are like lilies, dripping with the best myrrh.
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