Song of Solomon 5:8-15

⁸I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, what will ye tell him? that I am sick of love.—

⁹What is thy friend more than another's friend, O thou fairest of women? what is thy friend more than another's friend, that thus thou adjurest us?—

¹⁰My friend is white and ruddy, distinguished among ten thousand.

¹¹His head is bright as the finest gold, his locks are like waving foliage, and black as a raven.

¹²His eyes are like those of doves by streamlets of waters, bathed in milk, well fitted in their setting.

¹³His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as turrets of sweet perfumes: his lips, like lilies, dropping with fluid myrrh.

¹⁴His hands are like wheels of gold beset with the chrysolite: his body, an image made of ivory overlaid with sapphires.

¹⁵His legs are like pillars of marble, resting upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent like the cedars.