Song of Solomon 5:8-11

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,