Song of Solomon 5:6-13

⁶I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; 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 veil from me.

⁸I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of love.

⁹What is thy beloved more than another beloved, 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 finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven;

¹²His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;

¹³His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.