Song of Solomon 5:4-11

⁴My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my heart was moved for him.

⁵I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with flowing myrrh, upon the handles of the bar.

⁶I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had turned away, and was gone. My soul failed me when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

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

⁸'I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am love-sick.'

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, pre-eminent above ten thousand.

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