8I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick with love.
9What 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?
10My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand.
11His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.