Song of Solomon 5:8-13

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,

¹²His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.

¹³His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips are lilies, dropping flowing myrrh,