9 What is thy beloved more than [another] beloved, 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 chiefest among ten thousand.
11 His head is [as] the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;
12 His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;
13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.
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