Song of Solomon 5:6-11

⁶I opened to my kinsman; My kinsman was gone: My soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called him, but he answered me not.

⁷The watchmen that go their rounds in the city found me, They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the powers and the virtues of the field: If ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.

⁹What is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, O thou beautiful among women? What is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, That thou hast so charged us?

¹⁰My kinsman is white and ruddy, Chosen out from myriads.

¹¹His head is as very fine gold, His locks are flowing, black as a raven.