The Song of Solomon 5:7-13

⁷The watchmen that go their rounds in the city found me, they smote 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 ye should find my kinsman, what are ye to say to him? That I am wounded with love.

⁹What is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, O thou beautiful among women? what is thy kinsman more than another kinsman, that thou hast 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.