Song of Songs 5:7-12

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.

¹²His eyes be as culvers on the strands of waters, that be washed in milk, and sit beside the fullest rivers.