Song of Songs 5:9-16

YLT(i) 9 What is thy beloved above any beloved, O fair among women? What is thy beloved above any beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us? 10 My beloved is clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad! 11 His head is pure gold—fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven, 12 His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness. 13 His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips are lilies, dropping flowing myrrh, 14 His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires, 15 His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars. 16 His mouth is sweetness—and all of him desirable, This is my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!