ASV(i) 9 What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thou dost so adjure us? 10 My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand. 11 His head is as the most fine gold; His locks are bushy, and black as a raven. 12 His eyes are like doves beside the water-brooks, Washed with milk, and fitly set. 13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, As banks of sweet herbs: His lips are as lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. 14 His hands are as rings of gold set with beryl: His body is as ivory work overlaid with sapphires. 15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: His aspect is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 16 His mouth is most sweet; Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.