Study Desk

O daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you- if you find my lover, what will you tell him? Tell him I am faint with love.

How is your beloved better than others, most beautiful of women? How is your beloved better than others, that you charge us so?

My lover is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.

His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.

His eyes are like doves by the water streams, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.

His cheeks are like beds of spice yielding perfume. His lips are like lilies dripping with myrrh.

His arms are rods of gold set with chrysolite. His body is like polished ivory decorated with sapphires.

His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice as its cedars.

His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my lover, this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.