Song of Songs 5:7-15

⁷The watchman that go their rounds in the city found me, they struck me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me.

⁸I have charged you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the powers and the virtues of the field: if you° should find my kinsman, what are you° to say to him? That I am wounded with love.

⁹What is your kinsman more than another kinsman, O you beautiful among women? what is your kinsman more than another kinsman, that you have so charged us?

¹⁰My kinsman is white and ruddy, chosen out from myriads.

¹¹His head is as very fine gold, his locks are flowing, black as a raven.

¹²His eyes are as doves, by the pools of waters, washed with milk, sitting by the pools.

¹³His cheeks are as bowls of spices pouring forth perfumes: his lips are lilies, dropping choice myrrh.

¹⁴His hands are as turned gold set with beryl: his belly is an ivory tablet on a sapphire stone.

¹⁵His legs are marble pillars set on golden sockets: his form is as Libanus, choice as the cedars.