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? My beloved is white and ruddy; the standard-bearer among the ten thousands. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy and black as a raven. read more.
His eyes are as doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, as doves that are next to abundance. His cheeks are as a bed of aromatic spices, as fragrant flowers; his lips like lilies, dripping sweet smelling myrrh that transcends. His hands are as gold rings set with beryls; his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold; his countenance is as Lebanon, chosen as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O virgins of Jerusalem.