005:006 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn't find him. I called him, but he didn't answer. 005:007 The watchmen who go about the city found me. They beat me. They bruised me. The keepers of the walls took my cloak away from me. 005:008 I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my beloved, that you tell him that I am faint with love. Friends 005:009 How is your beloved better than another beloved, you fairest among women? How is your beloved better than another beloved, that you do so adjure us? Beloved 005:010 My beloved is white and ruddy. The best among ten thousand. 005:011 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven. 005:012 His eyes are like doves beside the water brooks, washed with milk, mounted like jewels. 005:013 His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. 005:014 His hands are like rings of gold set with beryl. His body is like ivory work overlaid with sapphires. 005:015 His legs are like pillars of marble set on sockets of fine gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 005:016 His mouth is sweetness; yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, daughters of Jerusalem. Friends 006:001 Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved 006:002 My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. 006:003 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies, 006:004 You are beautiful, my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners. 006:005 Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, that lie along the side of Gilead. 006:006 Your teeth are like a flock of ewes, which have come up from the washing; of which every one has twins; none is bereaved among them. 006:007 Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil. 006:008 There are sixty queens, eighty concubines, and virgins without number. 006:009 My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother's only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed; the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. 006:010 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, beautiful as the moon, clear as the sun, and awesome as an army with banners? 006:011 I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.