6I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew -- he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.
7The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.
8I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I [am] sick with love!
9What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, O fair among women? What [is] thy beloved above [any] beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?
10My beloved [is] clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!
11His head [is] pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
12His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.
