My lover is radiant and ruddy;
he stands out among thousands.
His head is pure gold;
his locks are palm fronds,
black as the raven.
His eyes are like doves
beside running waters,
his teeth would seem bathed in milk,
and are set like jewels.
His cheeks are like beds of spice
with ripening aromatic herbs.
His lips are red blossoms;
they drip choice myrrh.
His arms are rods of gold
adorned with chrysolites.
His body is a work of ivory
covered with sapphires.
His legs are columns of marble
resting on golden bases.
His stature is like the trees on Lebanon,
imposing as the cedars.
His mouth is sweetness itself;
he is all delight.
Such is my lover, and such my friend,
O daughters of Jerusalem.
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