8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I [am] sick with love.
9 What [is] thy beloved more than [another] beloved, O 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 chief among ten thousand.
11 His head [is as] the most fine gold, his locks [are] bushy, [and] black as a raven.
12 His eyes [are] as [the eyes] of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, [and] fitly set.
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