Song of Solomon 5:8-13

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

⁹Lad. What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women! What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thus thou dost charge us?

¹⁰M. My beloved is white and ruddy, The chief among ten thousand.

¹¹His head is as the most fine gold; His locks waving palm-branches, Black as a raven;

¹²His eyes are doves by streams of water, Washed with milk, dwelling in fulness;

¹³His cheeks are like a bed of balsam, Like beds of spices; His lips are lilies Dropping self-flowing myrrh;