Song of Songs 5:5-15

⁵I got up to open the door for my beloved; my hands were dripping with myrrh, my fingers with moist myrrh, on the door handle.

⁶I opened the door for my beloved, but my beloved had turned and gone. My heart sank when he spoke. I looked for him, but I did not find him; I called him, but he did not answer me.

⁷The watchmen found me as they were making their rounds in the city. They struck me and wounded me; the guards on the walls took away my cloak from me.

⁸I want you to swear, daughters of Jerusalem, that if you find my beloved— What will you make known to him?— that I am sick from love.

⁹How is your beloved better than another beloved man, most beautiful among women? Why is your beloved better than another beloved, that you ask us to take an oath like this?

¹⁰My beloved is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.

¹¹His head is the purest gold; his hair is curly and as black as a raven.

¹²His eyes are like doves beside streams of water, bathed in milk, mounted like jewels.

¹³His cheeks are like beds of spices, yielding aromatic scents. His lips are lilies, dripping liquid myrrh.

¹⁴His arms are rounded gold set with jewels; his abdomen is ivory covered with sapphires.

¹⁵His legs are pillars of marble, set on bases of pure gold; his appearance is like Lebanon, choice as the cedars.