My beloved is white and ruddy,
1 Chief among ten thousand. 11 His head is like the finest gold;
His locks are wavy,
And black as a raven. 12 n His eyes are like doves
By the rivers of waters,
Washed with milk,
And 2 fitly set. 13 His cheeks are like a bed of spices,
Banks of scented herbs.
His lips are lilies,
Dripping liquid myrrh. 14 His hands are rods of gold
Set with beryl.
His body is carved ivory
Inlaid with sapphires. 15 His legs are pillars of marble
Set on bases of fine gold.
His countenance is like Lebanon,
Excellent as the cedars. 16 His mouth is most sweet,
Yes, he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved,
And this is my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem!
Where has your beloved gone,
o O fairest among women?
Where has your beloved turned aside,
That we may seek him with you?