Song of Solomon 5:3-12

³I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, And my bowels were moved for him.

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock.

⁶I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: My soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

⁷The watchmen that went about the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my vail from me.

⁸I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, That I am sick of love.

⁹What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?

¹⁰My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand.

¹¹His head is as the most fine gold, His locks are bushy, and black as a raven.

¹²His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set.