SONG OF SONGS 5:7-9

⁷The watchmen that go about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my mantle from me.

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

⁹What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so adjure us?