7. The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they bruised me; The keepers of the walls lifted my veil from me.
8. I have put you under oath, O daughters of Yerushalayim, If you find my beloved, That you inform him that I am faint with love!
9. What kind of a beloved is your beloved, O fairest among women? What kind of a beloved is your beloved, That you have put us under oath?
10. My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand.
11. His head is refined gold; His locks are wavy, black as a raven.