Song of Solomon 5:3-12

³I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?

⁴My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.

⁵I rose to open to my beloved, And my hands dropped myrrh, Yea, my fingers flowing myrrh, On the handles of the lock.

⁶I opened to my beloved, But my beloved withdrew — he passed on, My soul went forth when he spake, I sought him, and found him not. I called him, and he answered me not.

⁷The watchmen who go round about the city, Found me, smote me, wounded me, Keepers of the walls lifted up my veil from off me.

⁸I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved — What do ye tell him? that I am sick with love!

⁹What is thy beloved above any beloved, O fair among women? What is thy beloved above any beloved, That thus thou hast adjured us?

¹⁰My beloved is clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad!

¹¹His head is pure gold — fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,

¹²His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.