Song of Songs 5:6-11

⁶I opened the wicket of my door to my darling; and he had bowed away, and had passed forth. My soul was melted, as the darling spake; I sought, and I found not him; I called, and he answered not to me.

⁷The keepers that compassed the city found me; they smote me, and wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle.

⁸Ye daughters of Jerusalem, I beseech you by an holy thing, if ye have found my darling, that ye tell to him, that I am sick for love.

⁹A! thou fairest of women, of what manner condition is thy darling of the beloved? of what manner condition is thy darling of a darling? for thou hast so besought us by an holy thing.

¹⁰My darling is white and ruddy; chosen of thousands.

¹¹His head is best gold; his hairs be as the boughs of palm trees, and be black as a crow.